Pull Me Out Of This Hole, It's Dark In Here

Mikey is so fucking annoying bastard. Trying to make me feel like shit because of my life, yeah, thanks alot. I didn't already feel like shit of course.

"Fucker." I growled, while getting to my coffee maker, I need some of that dark liquid right now, and I need a cigarette too.
"Where are my cigs?" I asked myself, looking around.

"Where the fuck are they!?" Don't tell me I've smoked everything.

I still got shitloads of weed but I don't want to smoke either of them right now. I need to think.

I'll just go in the morning, it's not like the closest shop is like right next to my apartment. It's literally just like 30 meters... fucking awesome If you ask me.

I heard the coffee machine beep so pulled myself to the counter to get some of the smoking hot stuff. (why do I do this?)

I think that my neighbors don't really like Mikey's visits, they always end up, the two of us screaming at night.

Now I can actually blame it on Mikey, he thought it would be a great idea for me to go visit our parents, fuck that, they hate me. Well actually I don't think they really hate me, but I hate them.
I still act like an angry teenagers towards them.

Well enough of this bullshit.

"Ugh... I need a cigarette."

Notes

This is a bit short but I kind of meant it to be with chapter 3.... BUT IT DIDN'T FIT dammit... so yeah,.... I'll just go now