I have no soul. But that's ok.
I have coffee.
My name, unfortunately, is kilei.
No, it's not a girls name.
You know what, fuck everyone who assigns genders to names, like,
Who fucking gave them the right, right?
As I said before, I like coffee.
So much so, I work at a coffee shop.
No I'm not trying to be hipster.
God, fuck these stereotypes, man.
Anyway, free coffee. Seems reasonable.
Just this one problem: people.
I have like, zero patience for bullshit, and I really don't care to fake being nice. But, I have to. You know, the whole keeping-my-job thing.
Today is normal I guess. Everyday is boring. I have to take meds for my
"Depression". I really don't have it,
I just don't care. I'm not sad. I can't be sad. No soul, remember?
I kind of wish I was depressed though.
At least I would feel something.
I always feel so dead, like a fraud or something.
I will be updating weekly, possibly more. Don't know though. Life. Lovelove ppl!
Thanks for reading my trash<3
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The dead are rich but the living are poor
General FictionBasically a fiction about self discovery. (So original right) but listen, There's a lot more things being discovered than you'd think. The gist: The main character has no soul. Loves coffee. Hates people. Have fun.
