A girl sat by a bridge, contemplating the meaning of life. She feels her phone buzz in her pocket. She has a call from her mother (i swear to god, if you don't have a mother i'm so sorry. didn't mean to offend snsnnw). She answers it.
"Hello?"
"I need you home. It's already 8!"
The girl sighs audibly. "Okay, fine. See you soon."
"Love you!"
"Love you too, mom." And with that, she ends the call.
She makes her way home, not feeling any particular emotion. She starts think about the meaning of life again.
Is it just to witness things, and then die? Realizing that there is no point in making memories because you won't need them at one point? Or is it that you need the memories so you don't regret anything? Is it because 2 people had sex and now you need to deal with it and live?
Her thinking got interrupted when she saw her house.
It was a medium-sized suburban house (i dunno what house you live in, sorryryry). Nothing special, just ordinary. But she liked it that way. Not too fancy, but it still has a roof and heater.
She enters her house and takes a seat on the couch, only to get up again we she realizes she's hungry and that she hasn't had dinner.
She takes out some left over pizza, from the previous night, and heats it up.
She takes her warmed pizza and bites into it. Her eyes widen in delight. Is was there when she realized the meaning of life.
Eating.
~~~the end~~~
this is a story about a-stera.
i dunno much about you, i did the best i could
alright, i'm going to bed, night y'all <3
