Crushed Hearts [Septiplier]

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P.O.V.- Mark

The alarm blared loudly.

     I groaned and rolled over, pulling my dark blue covers off of me. I stood up and stared at the annoying machine. It was almost noon. I sighed and turned the alarm clock to snooze and walked over to my closet. Instead of looking inside the small room, though, I noticed a T-Shirt and jeans lying on my floor. I decided to whip them on. My closet would've been empty anyways, I haven't been bothered enough as of late to put my clothing in the washer. I walked down stairs to the kitchen, where Chica immediately greeted me with wet kisses and a soft, wagging tail. 

     "Hey, Chica!" I smiled and knelt down to pet the beautiful puppy. I scratched her scruff and behind her ears. Patted her belly and shook her paw. Afterwards, I stood up and approached one of the cabinets to look for cereal. Cereal. I was slowly beginning to tire of the substance. That and pasta. They were mostly all I ever ate and I was getting sick of it. 

     "Ah, fuck me!" I shouted, noticing that I had been so lost in thought that I hadn't realized my bowl was overflowing with milk. "Shit, shit, shit, shiiit!" I scrambled for a towel to clean the counter while Chica lapped up the spilled milk on the floor. I huffed and took my cereal to the dining room and begun chowing down. The taste was starting to dull out for me. Shame. It used to be my favorite cereal, too. 

     When I was finished, I placed my bowl and silverware into the already piled high stack of dishes in the sink. I haven't cared to clean those, either. I turned and walked back up to my room to record some videos. I checked Twitter first. Not much fuss. Looked like Jack already uploaded one of his videos for the day. Felix and his Diamond Play Button drama. I left the app and placed my phone down on my computer desk. What to play, what to play. Maybe another one of those clicker games. Yeah, that should be fun. I found a clicker game called "My Name Is Mayo" and began my recording. 

     I cracked my knuckles and smiled weakly. The final video for the day was at 57% uploaded. I was starting to get sleepy and figured it was time I retire to my bed. I stood up from my chair and over a sleeping Chica and hopped onto my big, comfy mattress, taking my Tee and jeans off in the process. I crawled under my giant blanket and plonked onto my back, starring up at the ceiling. This is my life. Everyday, repeating. Going round and round in circles. A never ending loop that I am forever trapped in. I love my job, but its been getting so... repetitive. And its driving me insane. 

     Wake up. Eat breakfast. Make videos. Thumbnails. Edit. Upload. Eat dinner. Go to sleep. Repeat. 

     It's like I'm stuck in some shitty version of Undertale. Restarting over and over again, every day the same. I throw my pillow on top of my face and scream. The worst part of the repeating sequence is the nights. Sleepless and full of screaming and yelling and fighting. I can never take it. Its too much. I just want it to go away. I just... want... it to... go... away...