Only He Can Do It.

1.

I look at myself in the mirror, just stare. I don't have anything to say or do. I'm examining every single inch because I want to find something. Something right about it.

I glance over at the clock sitting on my window sill. It's been an hour, but I couldn't care less. I have nothing better to do with my life, there isn't anything that can change what has happened and what will happen. I decide to put my clothes back on, standing there is your underwear isn't that pleasing when it's so cold. I only want to feel that pleasant warmth on my to then curl up in my bed and do nothing all day. Again.

I turn my phone on to check the time again. 13:01. Great. This day can't get any better can it? Ive been doing nothing and will practically carry on doing nothing until forever ends. All I do is sit here at home, I genuinely cannot do anything else but sit here.

I'd go outside but being social really isn't an option for me, I've tried, God knows how much I've tried. But, I can't, it's as if society denies my presence. I'm clearly not wanted anywhere else so I just stay home, the only place that will actually accept my existence. At least thats one place rather than none.

I say 'home', its more of a building with rooms that display no emotion. A place where there is myself and my mum, who is always neck deep in work. Barely sees me, she loves me, yes I understand that but she's not the same. Nothing is. Not even me.

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