Life sucks. And when it sucks, it really sucks. Like- it sucks so much that you have the desire to kill yourself. At least- that's what I think of it. Hell, it's just so boring.

Imagine this: Every day, you go home to your lazy-ass, tall-as-fuck, brother who's 29 watching TV or doing a shitty TikTok (I don't get why people nowadays are obsessed with that cocky app), then you drop your backpack and dash to your room, change your clothes to just your comfy oversized sweater, then plop down on your gray-painted bed, grab your phone with a sigh, and start typing out your day and ranting to your friends.

It's the same thing every single day. It's just all so boring.

Until the miracle happened.