Loneliness Is it an emotion within a person, or is it a pain that one inflicts upon oneself?
Our character had awakened and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face. After washing his face, he looked in the mirror and thought:
"Fucking life."
Clearly, a tough day awaited him, and he was angry, AS USUAL.
(Ah, you can hear me, can't you? I'm sure of it because I know this world isn't real. But maybe I'm wrong, or perhaps I'm just a crazy person with a loose screw.)
Sarah: Good morning, darling.
****: Good morning, Mom.
Sarah: Come downstairs, it's time to eat. You'll miss the school bus.
****: I'm coming.
(Ah yes, what do you think about my mom? Don't you think she's quite cheerful and caring? It wouldn't be a lie if I agreed with you. And she said I'd miss the school bus, but are we living in America? Are we shooting some teenage school drama? My mom's use of unnecessary phrases from movies really annoys me.)
As our character was eating at the breakfast table, his father approached him and asked:
John: Good morning, son. How are you today? I don't mean it in a bad way; your situation has been a bit rough since summer.
****: I'm fine, Dad, thank you.
(Yeah, right. You have no idea. We just met, but they took me to a psychologist last summer, and they said my situation was bad. Don't you think that's ridiculous? They gave me medication to quiet my brain. Because of that, I didn't roam outside like a normal teenager during the summer; rather, I stayed home like a social outcast.)