One
So, Journal, you are to be the documentation of my life. It is bound to be a sad tale of agony and despair, but luckily for you, you shan't have to do much else then bear the words of my burdenous tale. And be privy to very bad poetry, on occasion.
Work has been a drag. The latest shipments have been tampered with, so the Boss isn't very pleased. Not that I care, as I get paid either way, but it just goes to show you that life sucks for everyone, not just me.
Clones have been running around the city, apparently. I met mine in a café. He seemed rather cheerful, but I can't help but fear that he'll be totally stranded when he discovers what the real world is like. I should help him. I really should. But... if I care, that's just opening myself up to more pain, cutting a hole in my shield of apathy. Meh. I'll decide about it later.
I'm going out for a coffee later to the café where I usually hang. Should be a good time; there's supposed to be a really good new poet on the scene. It'll make for a break in the mediocre monotony of life.
Work has been a drag. The latest shipments have been tampered with, so the Boss isn't very pleased. Not that I care, as I get paid either way, but it just goes to show you that life sucks for everyone, not just me.
Clones have been running around the city, apparently. I met mine in a café. He seemed rather cheerful, but I can't help but fear that he'll be totally stranded when he discovers what the real world is like. I should help him. I really should. But... if I care, that's just opening myself up to more pain, cutting a hole in my shield of apathy. Meh. I'll decide about it later.
I'm going out for a coffee later to the café where I usually hang. Should be a good time; there's supposed to be a really good new poet on the scene. It'll make for a break in the mediocre monotony of life.