One day I will hate you.
The television screen is streaked with blood smeared from your knuckles as you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated its strength, or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock at the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement. Hello my first name is distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again.