The sky has always been beautiful to me.
It kind of seems like it always reflects my mood, no matter what mood that may be.
Happy, joyful, sad. There was one color that I haven't been able to witness until now, though.
Depression.
Lately, the weight on my shoulders has been way too heavy for me to handle and it's starting to drag down my everyday life. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows anymore, now I have responsibilities like finding a job, maintaining my family, or getting an apartment.
Really, what's the point of life if you're just going to eventually die in the end?
Now, don't go giving me some bullshit like, "you need to be here for your family and friends!," or, "to change the world as we know it!"
That's bull-fucking-shit.
Life is terrible, we're merely just here destroying the planet for no reason at all. The only point of existence is to get a job, get married, have children, and then die.
The sky is a dreary gray today, the constant threat of rain looming above your head in the sound of thunder. As usual, I force my self out of bed, have a boring breakfast of tea and toast, then get ready for my long boring day at the office.
Life used to be full of color for me in my teenage years, it all got ripped away from me by the anxieties of adulthood.
Walking to work in the rain is always one of the worst parts of my day, it never seems to stop raining anymore. It's like I have my own personal cloud above my head just constantly making my day worse.
And if you thought my day couldn't get any worse, you're wrong.
As I was walking down the street, someone decided to bump into me and spill their hot coffee all over me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Don't you have eyes you fucking moron!?" I screamed without realizing how extremely rude I had sounded.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I honestly don't know what to do to help you out!" They replied in fear.
"Oh I don't know, maybe by getting me new clothes for the job I have to be at in 30 minutes? Oh my god my boss is going to fucking kill me!," I scream in frustration.
"Look, you can come back to mine and borrow a change of clothes, it'll only be like a five minute walk from here," he said, trying to calm me down. I was the opposite of calm, I was furious. I was enraged, beyond the point of exhaustion even though it was only 7 a.m.
"I hope you know people have places to be at this time of day, you could've just fucked everything up for me just by spilling that coffee on me," I grunted.
"I don't know what to say to make it okay except for sorry, I'm a really clumsy person."
"Yeah, I could tell. You spork."
The walk was relatively quiet, except for the occasional passing by of a car or the squawking of a pigeon. He stopped in front of what I assume to be his house, and proceeds to walk up the steps to the front door. I follow closely behind, still somewhat panicking about being late to my job.
"Sorry, it's kind of messy in here. I didn't expect to be having any guests over," He says while nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"I don't exactly have choice, now do I?," I reply sarcastically. He shrugs off the comment, running up his stairs to grab some clothes for me I assume. I took a moment to look around the man's house, realizing that I don't even know his name yet. Hah. Just like me to end up in some strangers house, he's probably a serial killer or some shit. Who knows? Not me.
