Do you want to die together?
In reality, the only thing stopping me was that I had to get up to do it. So, I guess you could say laziness wasn't the death of me. Bored, bitter, and bi-curious.
Everyone around me had a blank face and poorly crafted bodies. Dolls of imperfection. All craving a sense of belonging. I'm just another puppet in the play as well. Things to be happy about can all be crushed by few simple words, and then mended by a few simple words. Our world is harshly simple.
In my selfishness, I ask, "Where's my delicately planned out diverse life?"
Frankly, surprisingly, and most definitely no.
