Every morning my eyes pop to the surrounding white spray of paint splattered walls sitting around me. Watching with their speckled gaze in an attempt to give the illusion that this isn't just another room, this is some sort of example that design isn't limited to just the upper class living. It's just a painted wall, I know, but looking at things in these extremes keep me from suffering from a limited view of the world around me. Or maybe i'm just bored, I don't know.
I'm further greeted by the dry, crusted taste of snot lodged inside of my nose as I inhale the stale dust filled air that has been warmed to a sloshing goodness by the heat of he sun coming from the window that is only a few feet away from me. I gag, of course. The air I can live with but the stuff in my nose, that gets to me. It hasn't always been this way either, this is new, which makes it all the more annoying.
I roll out of bed, eager to relieve myself of current discomforts. Blow my nose, take a piss, brush my teeth, and of course stare into the mirror for about five minutes straight and wonder why it all has to be so god damn ugly. My head hurts, and I wish I were drunk already.
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