Feeling kind of miserable and self-destructive today, like I want to bash my head into someone’s $700 glass coffee table and not replace it because it’d cost me about 8 paychecks to cover medical bills and buy the fucker a new one.
Maybe I’ll ask the neighbors.
"Excuse me, I’m the moody teen next door who plays the bass loudly at 11pm, may I use your coffee table for some… performance art?"
"Why, yes of course! What will you be do—"
And that will be the end of my misery. Maybe my mind will fly to NYC or Seattle or somewhere it’s always wanted to go, but never had the money to. Hopefully it won’t choose to lie lazily in the inky blackness of a severe concussion.
This sounds really suicidal but I’m only complaining, trust me.