Wake up at eight in the morning. Go to work late. Deal with my shitty boss for nine hours. Come back to my small apartment. Get drunk off my ass. Go to sleep in the A.M. Repeat. Actually, dreadfully and painfully repeat.
This has been my life since I got out of college and later got my job. It's been about four years of the same boring routine. My parents worry that I'm not actually living, but there's not much to live for when all I do is work my days away in an unfamiliar place. See, I moved to the US because I was told that I could have more options or better choices when finding a job. Absolute. Bullshit. It took me the longest time to even find a part time job. The only reason why I have this shitty office job is because an old friend of mine from middle school was able to talk to the boss (his father) into getting me to work there.
Anyways, aside from my job there's the issue with people. I can go on forever about how the people here absolutely suck. Not everyone, I can sometimes find some really kind hearted people around here. Other than those temporary gems are the filthy permanent stones. Cold, hard, ugly stones. Those gems I mentioned are either someone I bump into at a grocery store or a co-worker at the office. That's right, I'm pretty much all by myself. All my family lives in Japan, I didn't have many friends in high school so most of my old classmates stayed in Japan, and then there's my non-existent love life.
Ugh. "Love".
Every question word placed before 'love' can't be answered through my life. What I mean is; When will you fall in love? - hopefully soon so my parents can stop bugging me and I won't die alone. How will you fall in love? - honestly, probably in a bar getting drunk. Why will I fall in love? - because I really like the person right?. What is love? - no comment.
Half of me wants to get off my lazy ass and go to a new bar, wait maybe a club, and meet someone great, run around the city at night, come back to my place by the time the sun starts peaking out, and just fall so madly in love that our hearts ache and minds go ballistic. Then the other half of me couldn't give a damn about a relationship and would rather live my boring routine. I don't know what to do. The longer I live here, the more I want to depend on someone, love someone, share my life with someone. For now I'll take my drunk ass to sleep and forget in the morning that I did all this useless thinking.
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Nobody to Love
FanfictionA bar/singer au: Daichi wants some kind of change in his life, possibly with his love life, someone to be his getaway from his job. He stumbles across a bar with an amazing singer and little by little gets to know him, slowly falling in love with hi...
