I couldn't bring myself to finish this; I hope you enjoy my stub.
Prompt: write about the future
I finished the 50th season of the Simpsons; that plot has been used at least twenty times before.
Then I sit in silence; this was the day when everything went wrong some time ago.
I could have done something, I should have stopped myself from going crazy, but I didn't.
I had a powerful hold of my life then, like that, I threw it away for a joke.
It wasn't my fault, I hear people say as I gaze at them coldly.
Oh, but it was something I should say, but I can't say much on that; it's been something that I've never been able to understand fully.
