Downloading speed...

6 0 0
                                    

I sit at my desk with my computer. I sat and stared at the bar moving slowly. I wait patiently and I stare down at each and every one of my keyrings. One shows a small bar. About as filled as my download bar which is slowly building up. Barely. I look around my dark gloomy room. The deep red blackout curtains were pulled together and the window will was covered In dust and scattered across it were small figurines from all my favourite games and TV shows. My bed was messy and the pillows was sprawled across my floor. my bedside table held my phone, which was being charged after a lot of late night texting, and a golden ring given to me from one of my close friends. I turn my head back and it feels like hours has past yet it was merely seconds. Still, as slow as always the bar fills slowly.

My mouse hovers over the send button as the tears slip down my face. My head has a argument on whether I should send the apology over to who used to keep me company. I throw myself back in my chair and run my hand through my had them rub my eyes with my wrist. My fingers wander down to the backspace button and they slam down as I watch my dreams get washed away. I flick back to the bar. The download sits half completed. I wipe the tears once more. Why won't they just stop. Its already happened! There's no use! There's no fucking use! Its pointless sitting here yet I can't move. I can try over and over yet I'm frozen. Crying. Staring.

My ThoughtsWhere stories live. Discover now