A worthless life
Lost in the aimless drift of existence, with no guiding star to light his way. The absence of familial ties only added to the weight of his sense of loneliness, as he struggled to find meaning in a world that seemed indifferent to his presence. Each day stretched out before him like an endless abyss, leaving him adrift and alone in a sea of uncertainty.
In a world that seemed determined to deny him at every turn, he found comfort in the quiet hum of his computer. There, in the small world he had created, he was free to be himself, to explore his passions and pursue his dreams without fear of judgement or rejection. Despite the many hardships he had faced, he refused to let the world break him. For him, happiness was not a luxury, but a necessity. And in his little corner of the digital universe, he found nothing but pure, pure joy.
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"What time is it now?"
"It's already 3AM? Ahh… I am so into this stuff again that I forgot to check the time."
Exhausted from hours of searching and whining, he could feel his energy drain from his body like sand through an hourglass. His eyes were strained from staring at the computer screen for so long, and his back ached from hunching over the keyboard. With a heavy sigh, he shut down his PC and slowly rose from his chair. 'Was it worth it?' he asked himself, unsure of whether the time he spent was worth the end result.
He dragged himself to his room, collapsing onto the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. As he lay there, he contemplated his actions and wondered if he had been wasting his time chasing after something that may not have been worth the effort. "Yes, it's worth it!" he muttered to himself before closing his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a faint growl from his stomach. "I forgot to eat again... Do I have any food?" He tried to remember as he headed towards the kitchen. "Nope, no food. I need to go out and buy something," he muttered, scratching his head in frustration as he walked towards his jacket. After putting on his jacket, he headed out to the nearest convenience store. 'Damn, it's so dark and cold out here,' he thought to himself, rubbing his hands together to warm them up.
After walking for a few minutes, he finally arrived at the store. With a quick glance around, he headed straight to the food section, his stomach grumbling in hunger. 'Should I buy only for today?' he thought to himself, browsing the shelves. 'Or should I buy for the whole week?' He groaned at the thought of having to make the decision, then checked his wallet to see if he had enough money to buy a week's worth of groceries. "I don't have enough money," he muttered to himself in disappointment. "I can only buy a cheap chocolate bar with the money I have."
He grabbed the chocolate bar and headed to the cashier to pay for it. As he left the store, he couldn't help but feel disappointed and resentful. He chewed on the chocolate bar, the sweetness of it contradicting with the bitterness in his heart. "I am so poor," he muttered to himself.
After leaving the store, he felt the need to cool himself down and decided to head to the nearest park. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel miserable about his life. "I wish I could be a king," he thought to himself, "I want to rule my own land, to have power and wealth, and a place where my people and I won't starve." He let out a sigh and eventually found a bench to sit on. "What a foolish dream," he said, with a bitter laugh.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a cry for help from a distance. "Help me! Please! Help!" he heard someone shout. He quickly stood up, trying to locate the source of the cry, and saw a hooded man assaulting a woman. Without hesitation, he yelled at the man and dashed towards them.
The hooded man ignored his warning and continued to assault the woman, prompting him to tackle him to the ground. A struggle ensued between the two, and he realized that the man was too strong for him to handle alone. 'Sh*t, this guy is tough,' he thought to himself, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, he remembered the woman on the side and called out to her, "Miss, run now! I won't be able to hold this guy. Call someone for help!"
As he distracted the hooded man, he heard a loud bang that echoed throughout the surroundings, followed by a loud cry from the woman. He looked around at first, confused by the sudden noise, but when he looked at his body, he noticed stains of blood on his own jacket. 'Sh*t, I got shot,' he said to himself, feeling the pain of the wound.
The hooded man took advantage of the situation and pushed him to the side before fleeing from the scene. He lay flat on the ground, clutching his wound. He couldn't help but look up at the stars shining in the sky. The pain was excruciating, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the woman was safe. As he saw her crying by his side, apologizing repeatedly. 'I hope helps arrive soon,' he whispered to himself, his eyes growing heavy as memories from the past flashed before his eyes.
'Is this the end?'
'What a sh*tty life. I hope that if I am ever born again, I can live a simple and easy life.'
His eyes darkened, consumed by the darkness of the night.