(YES, that's me and YES that's my yt channel and YES I spent time editing that and YES this really happened)
It was the night of catching up to assignments that are doing at 11:59 pm on a November. 11, 2020.
The darkness is when you thrive so you leave the worries aside. It's 10:00 pm you leave your cave room and head downstairs to prepare some tea cause you know some tea goes well with woke midnight mind. As you leave the glass teapot full of water you realize you forgot to bring your computer and water bottle so you head back up to fetch it.
Immediately as you get them, you head downstairs because you hear your teapot screaming. You set down your water bottle and the computer as you get your hot tea in a cup. What you don't see is the fucking watermelon for which is in your way cause you never turn the lights on cause you like the darkness fuckface, so you suffered the consequences and tripped on it hit your head on the coffee table and push your hot tea all over the coffee table along side yoUR COMPUTER!
YOU DROP TO THE FLOOR AS YOU WATCH THE WHOLE SHIT SHOW UNFOLD BEFORE YOUR EYES AND YOU BEGIN TO FREAK OUT SO YOU GET YOUR BLANKET AND START WIPING OFF THE COFFEE TABLE BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT A MOP WOULD BE MORE EFFICIENT BUT YOU COULDN'T FIND THE FUCKING MOP SO YOU GOT YOUR LITTLE SISTERS PLAY MOP AND MOPPED THE COFFEE TABLE AND YOUR POOR FUCKING COMPUTER AND START CRYING.
You check if your computer still works and in your head while it's pumping from the hit from the coffee table, you start working out the numbers of how much would it cost you to pay it off. You decide to give away your life insurance as you pick up the fucking watermelon from the floor cause you don't want anyone else to trip on it and you start laughing at the scene.
You then text your gc of friends about the shit show that just happened while you record yourself acting out what just happened because you didn't think they would believe you if you wrote it out. They laugh their asses off.
You're head still hurts but you're computer still works and you begin to reminisce how you lived life before this. You recognize how boring things were starting to get and you thank the universe despite the scare for the memories you made and the memories you just lost from hitting your head.♥️
YOU ARE READING
Note on the situation
PoetryLife can be kinda shitty, whether the storm settles and the raindrops are stored, I still got ink worth wasting.
