You sat up starting at nothingness, it was only 10P.M. and sad nigga hours were already there, nothing was ever going to change, only a life of drugs could lead you to happiness, there was no happiness in life itself, but drugs made it better. Staring at your phone screen hoping for someone to message you, see if you're okay. You knew none would come.
You found comfort in your childhood photos as you snorted a swastika line off of a family picture, you didn't care. They hated you now. You were laying on your bed, looking out at the houses, window open, you could smell the fresh air, and it was very quiet. Off in the distance you spotted a thunderstorm that was rolling in, and down below your window you saw an orange cat, you've seen him before, and you felt bad that you couldn't do anything for him.
You just stared at the thunderstorm, it was now 1A.M., it started sprinkling outside, soon after it started pouring, along with the rain you wept, you tried to erase the sadness, it didn't work.
You got a message from a very cute guy, you ended up talking all night, you watched the sun rise, he made you so happy. A few days pass and you're still talking. All of the sudden you got nothing. No message from him, just an s. You soon forgot about him. Leaving nothing but a memory.
On new year's day, you remembered him, 2A.M., you sit up thinking about him and how amazing he was.
But then you get hit with how much you hate life, how pointless living even is, and then you're like "Fuck this living shit lmao for my new year's resolution I'm finna kill myself". And with that resolution, you can say goodbye to your shitty life.
You snort another line of coke and your nose starts to bleed. "Good thing there's Tumblr for my sad life:)". You took a picture of your bloody nose with a caption of "haha i am so high rn xD", the fact that you used "xD" made you mad.
Your own existence and use of words have made yourself mad. You heard a voice in your head, you thought it was Jesus, it wasn't, it was Shanelle, your spirit.
"Uhn uh honey you ain't gonna be that emo trash around me", Shanelle said as she barista bombed you into depression "you ain't even gonna post this edgy *I need a goth daddy* shit nope, you is gonna sit here and think about wuss you did go deserve this depression gurl."
As you sat there thinking about what yourself has told you, you realized that you didn't tell yourself that, you flicked on the light to a scene from insidious as a black woman looking like she was possessed was doing the crab walk pummeling towards you at an ungodly pace. You froze up as Shanelle screamed "B I TOLD YOU TO JUSS SIT THERE WHY YOU GOTTA DISOBEY MAMA LIKE DAT HUH?!"
You were jerked awake as a police officer asked what you were doing naked in the middle of the street, you put you over his knee saying "You like that you little whore huh, you're daddy's bitch.", his face started to melt off and it was Jeffrey Star.
Jeffrey gasped, "OHMAHGAWD you look so ratchet in that honey, let baby girl fix you up some hmm?" Jeffrey grabbed you, but as he did, he sniffed, he smelled the stench of depression on you, quietly said "ew what a thot" and left you.
You sat in the street and sobbed some more, grabbing onto nice memories of the guy who started this, all of the sudden, in the distance you hear "Da ting goes skraa", Big Shaq comes out and starts yelling for Shanelle to get her black ass back on that dick, Shanelle walks shamefully out from behind a bush and you feel yourself sinking into blackness, like the scene from get out when he hears a tea cup be banged on by a spoon, you could see everything, but do nothing, Big Shaq walked over to you and said "Two pwus two minus one tree das quick mafs."
Those were the last words you heard?
No, they were not, you heard Shanelle say "Where dafuq muh cheese?"
Big Shaq said "I'm here, I'm biggie cheese."
Those were the last words you heard before your new year's resolution came true.I hope you all who actually read through this garbage have a nice holiday season

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My Ovaries!
RomanceThis "great" book titled "My Ovaries!" will make your ovaries beg for mercy.*** Reader's discretion*** is advised due to large amounts of smut in every chapter. With love, Grandma John.