As I make it home I look at myself in the mirror and with a gun... the gun from my dream and point it to my temple and with extreme hesitation I lower the gun and check my phone, nothing... why won't anyone answer, I just want someone to understand, someone to Answer, please... I then point the gun to my temple once again and I pull the trigger, everything goes black, is this death? As my vision is blurry I wake up in my bed once again, it was all a dream again, the cycle repeats, for every damn second because You are too much of a bitch to do anything...
The End
(Story Inspired by Tyler The Creator Goblin And Wolf Albums, I am NOT going through this!)
