The placement of this tv upsets me

You hit yourself. You hit the person in the mirror. That ugly, twisted, bloodied, bloated thing staring back at you that used to be the prom king, used to run 50s in under 6, used to bang cheerleaders until you started confusing their names.

You hit yourself like you do every day, every night. Then you drink again and forget. The next day, you wake up and hate yourself and you hit yourself some more. The person in the mirror is so covered in bruises you can't imagine who has been treating you so badly. Maybe you fell? Got hit by a car? Shit! Can't fucking remember.

You glance away from the mirror to take a quick swig of mouthwash (you stopped being able to afford real booze days ago) and suddenly, the lights go out.

Right. The power. Wasn't someone supposed to pay that? Oh well. Can't be bothered. There's still half a bottle of mouthwash to finish after you're done puking up the first few chugs, which you feel coming any second now.

You don't need lights. Don't need no dumb wife telling you what to do. No stupid job with a stupid boss that tells you to do stupid shit all day. No stupid lines in grocery stores watching stupid people just stand there being stupid. Fucking worthless, that's what you areit all is.

Now hurry, there's only a tiny window of sanity between gulps for you to remember. Remember and remember and remember and REMEMBER.

You hit yourself again, as hard as you can, harder than before, and you fall, your head striking something hard. Your skull cracks in two and you gasp a final sigh of relief as the greater darkness comes.


Smoke weed, folks.

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