Keep It To Yourself -Gallavich

Toast

Ugh

I wish I never woke up

What time is it?

Noon.

Ok well I fell asleep at 6 yesterday

So

6,7,8,9,10,11,12,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12

Holy shit how many hours is that?

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19

Wow. I slept almost a whole day.

Whatever.

Ugh I have nothing to do.

Some kids need to start fucking shit up so I can fuck them up.

But no everyone's gotta come around here and be good kids and fucking behave.

Bastards.

I need to take a fucking walk.

Clear my head?

It's already clear, actually. What the fuck?

Is something wrong?

Like there is literally something weird going on in my head.

There's no like... thoughts.

Well other than these thought which I'm using to talk to myself with.

There's no like:

That couch is blue

This is my room

There's nothing

What the fuck?

It's probably cause I slept for a day.

I need to to go outside.

I change my clothes and put a slightly less heavy coat on.

Again I grab a gun and put my shoes on.

I'm a little hungry.

I walk to the kitchen and grab two pieces of bread and the butter out of the fridge.

It's like the only damn thing in here.

I open the drawer where the utensils are supposed to be.

Nothing.

Well there's a spoon.

Jesus Christ.

I grab my pocket knife out and clean it off and use it to put bread on the now toasted bread.

This is a mans knife. It's not supposed to be used for this shit.

Once done I clean the knife off again and put it back.

I grab the two slices of break and walk towards the door.

Once I get to the door I hesitate.

I don't want to go out there.

Hes out there.