The Alarm

Wake up some mornings and think about ending it all. The alarm clock, that sound, the half-light—everything about my life compresses into that one moment. Last night I dreamed I was on some kind of trip with my bonsai tree, absolutely zero logic to it, but there I was.

School was decent, except I’ve noticed our Business teacher has completely given up. Used to think he was cool, thought he might actually teach me something, but somewhere in the last few weeks he just stopped caring. Asks the same three kids every single class, doesn’t bother explaining anything properly anymore. You can feel it. It sucks.

Afternoon in the city with Mille. Came home and watched some game show, some talent competition in the ads. Pretty standard evening.

Next Door Nikki, though. What a girl.