you were tired
you always were
the birds outside your window were chirping harder than usual, which definitely didnt help
it reminded you of your youth, sipping fresh lemonade on your grandmothers porch while listening to the birds
sing and watching the squirrels dance, which (in this particular moment) ESPECIALLY didnt help.
but what did, really?
your failed relationships?, your distant family (who hardly checked in on you?), your dead end job?
SHIT. YOUR DEAD END JOB!!!
you couldn't afford (literally!!!) to miss another day at work. you had a half an hour to get ready, which was a total bummer on account of you were REALLY hoping to clean your shithole of an apartment. you probabaly would've been able to as well, if you didnt lay in your filthy bed thinking about better times. what a loser.
you haphazardly got ready, the crisp linens you usually took pride in layed awkwardly and looked a little more worn-out than usual.
oh well.
you grabbed your keys and work bag, and scuttled towards the door in your usual manner.
but you didnt get to reach it.
out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement in a rather old slurpee cup with (your signature!!!) three Fs written over top of it.
DAMN IT!!! rats AGAIN. i dont have the money to call ANOTHER exterminator!!
but you didnt have to. a voice called out, a voice very familiar to you, "GO-OD MO-OR-AN-ING !!"