Mike's pov

You deserve to die. You're so stupid. Whatever took part of your worthless brain should finish the job.

I wake up tangled in the blankets, covered in sweat. Again. I sigh as I shake the blankets off of me and get out of bed. It was probably about midnight but there was no getting to sleep now. I go downstairs and walk into the living room. Might as well watch tv. I turn on the tv and slouch down on the coach. Most people my age would be worried about waking a child, wife, or husband up. Not me. Nope. I was lonely as fuck. Tonight would most likely end up like any other night. Watching tv for about an hour before falling asleep. Then waking up at 7:30 and doing nothing all day. Normal to me. I didn't have a care in the world. No job since almost no one will hire someone with brain damage as bad as mine. Also something about me being so fucked up in the head made it so the government paid my rent and shit. So I didn't have a care in this world. And I hated it. It's lonely as hell and I'm always bored. As I start to drift off I can't help but start thinking. Maybe I'll find a job so I can meet people. Then I'll have something to do.
I smile at that thought but know it probably would never happen. No one would hire a brain dead idiot like me. No one would talk to me anyway. ..

Wow. That was sad and quick. If no one reads i'll just delete