You see, motherfuckers.
I am delusional and I know it, and furthermore I enjoy it.
"...so I figured out one day, to not try hard and just roll with the flow. And, maybe. Channel my delusions into something productive. Here we are. Mal?"
* snore *
I slapped the mofo's mug.
Snerrk–
"...what was that for?!"
"What did I tell you, Mal? Never. Sleep. When. We. Work."
"So, you slap me?! You think I won't report you for abuse?!? I swear–"
"You won't, Mal. Because no one hires your ass, except me."
"You talk like we do shit! I swear, you and your worthlessness! I quit today!"
Lil' retard storms out of our room. Well, he will come back tomorrow, anyway.
Anyways, as I was saying, I am delululu.
Even earlier this morning, I did my performance on the balcony. I enacted the role of how the protagonist reacts after he learns that his species committed genocide. His pride for his species shatters. He walks with a blank face and he looks from atop the snowy cliff, while the storm rages.
Perfetto, monsieur! I will add that for the twist right at the middle point of the story.
As I said, I diagnosed myself with schizo. And my cure was to enjoy it! See, simplicity.
I pull my canister out of my pants and empty it into the toilet bowl, as I wonder why I'm going through a monologue at all.
I hear the dormitory bell ringing. I hope we have chapatis for dinner. The kurma they serve is the only tolerable existence that came out of the god forbidden dorm kitchen.
It was upma with a dash of gray hair. Guess what? Immunity.
Ffs, I hope I could just disintegrate into atoms and be swept away with the wind. At Least that would release me from this dreary existence, ffs.
Just then, Rake, whose name starts with a 'D' (and the dorm decided that the name was too much for him, so we just decided to omit his initial letter) switches on the TV.
Like I need to know more about what's happening outside. I'm having my hands full knowing myself and dealing with it.
"...Breaking News. Leading nations of the world have declared the 'Red Code', including India. The details regarding the expected threat is unknown but we— bzzt — bzzt —"
And that folks, is how I got released from my dreary existence and the start of my fucking story. Lessssssssgoooooooooooo.