It’s raining again. The window gets blurry and the sky turns dark. Umbrellas of monotone colors, splashes, wet hair, raindrops on my glasses, and dirt on my shoes. I always get mildly depressed on days like this. They say there’s a scientific explanation for my rainy day mood—That’s bullshit.
I believe it though, whatever the bullshit is.
I think I’ll just rot in my room for the day. The bed is my coffin. I have overnight chicken nuggets, half a cup of Mocha, poems, and Radiohead. I put my headphones on.
Now the whole world is mine, except for you.