"Fucking hell" I cursed at my computer monitor. Lost another round. This is so fucking annoying. Those little five year olds I got teamed up with were the worst. 

I closed the game and opened chrome. Gotta find something else to do. It's only 11 pm. Finding a cool documentary about some random guys going into a jungle, I started watching it.

Half an hour past before I got bored. Nothing is really interesting anymore. Games annoy me, videos bore me, real life social interaction is scary, what should I do with my life? Well, I should probably go to sleep. Not like I got anything else to do.

Shrugging, I clicked the turn off button on the computer and got up from the chair. I was only in underwear and the room was already dark, so I got nothing I need to do before going to bed. Of course brushing teeth is important, but I already did it once this morning.

I lied on my really bland single person white bed before closing my eyes. I just want to do something with my fucked up life. I know I can, but I'm too lazy. Well, it's not like if I think of this problem anything is gonna happen. Maybe I will check some things tomorrow.. yes tomorrow, now I just wanna sleep.

After a few minutes of imagining random fantasy stuff, I fell asleep.

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Waking up blearily and getting off bed, I looked around my now bright room. Everything is so fucking messy. A few cans of soda on the floor and my computer desk with a banana peel near my keyboard were most noticable. There also seems like there are a few mismatched colors on the wall. 

Shrugging, I went to the bathroom of my two room apartment and washed my face. Looking up into the mirror I could see myself in all my early morning glory.

There was nothing special about me. I had a sharp jawline, brown blood shot eyes with bags under them, messy bright brown hair and a look of a psychopath… the look of every young adult when they wake up.. I think.. probably. 

Shaking my head, I took my toothbrush, washed it with some cold water and put toothpaste on it. After brushing my teeth, I looked at them in the mirror. Reasonably white.. eh, good enough. 

Taking a look to my side, I saw my bathtub. It was white. Nice. After thinking for a bit, I sighed. Really don't want to do this, but I gotta take a shower. 

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I smelled my armpit for confirmation, and yes, I do need a shower. Sighing once again, I went to my bedroom, took a clean pair of boxers from the closet and went back. 

Placing the boxers on the sink table at a relatively not wet spot, I changed my outfit to my birth suit. 

After taking a shower, I got out of the bathroom, mumbling my curses. today is going to be another boring fucking day, right? 

Suddenly, I remembered my train of thought from last night. Standing still, I tried to remember exactly what the thought entailed. Need to find a job.. huh? I don't really want to.. but I sure need to..

After standing in the middle of my small hallway for half a minute, considering if I should really do something as risky as exposing myself to modern torture, aka, 'interviews', I decided against it. Could do it tomorrow, right? What's the point in rushing things? 

My rational mind knows that this is not healthy thinking, but I really can't do anything about it. I should be doing what I'm good at. Video games it is.

And so, I went to my small messy room and played, cursed and crushed some random eight year olds to oblivion until late into the night. After this 'eventful' day I went to sleep, expecting next day to be exactly the same.

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I stood up from bed, albeit unsteadily. Taking a quick look around the room, I noticed that everything was the same except the fact that there are two pizza boxes lying below the computer. 

I did the same routine, washing my face, brushing my teeth, having a bath and, not to forget, staring at my 'handsome' looking face. 

Currently, I sat on my gaming chair, watching some anime. Suddenly, my phone rang. I took off my headphones and looked at my discarded phone which was lying on the floor. Sighing, I got up from my chair and then looked down at it. It read 'an incoming call : Mom'. I sighed once again before bending down and picking it up.

I looked at the screen for a few seconds before answering the call. "Hello?" I asked, trying to find out what the hell she wanted. Miko-chan was just about to kiss Ryouta senpai, and now I feel like I'm hanging on a cliff. 

"Josh? Hey.. I just wanted to call. Check if you're ok. Everything's fine?" asked my mother's disturbed voice. I felt some emotions bubbling up inside me, but I managed to suppress them. "Yeah.. everything's fine. You got nothing to worry about." I replied, sounding confident even though I know that my life is pretty fucked up and not healthy at the moment.

"That's good.. that is good.. listen, I am sorry that I need to be doing this.. but your dad wants to have a talk with you. Would you please come down to our place next week?" she asked. Panic started to spread through me. This is bad. I hate my dad, and he hates me. We never got along after the 'incident'. But I can't refuse my mom.. she hasn't done anything wrong.

"Yeah.. sure.. I will come. Just send me the time later." I said before hanging up. I didn't want to continue this stressful conversation and I had a feeling mom too wouldn't have liked that. 

After taking a few deep breaths, I threw the phone on the desk before sinking into my chair. This is quite the situation. "Fucking hell.." I muttered under my breath. I took a few more deep gulps of air before resuming to play late into the next day.

Also, Miko-chan got fucking embarrassed and ran away… fucking hell.