I wake up. I take a shower. I eat breakfast. I go to school. I fail a test. I play soccer. I get drunk. I graduate. I get wasted. I go to college. I study. I dream. I drink. I get high. I get laied. I study more. I drink more. I don't dream. I meet Kelly. Kelly meets me. I do Kelly. Kelly does me. I love Kelly. Kelly doesn't love me. I drop out. I work at a coffee shop. I quit. I plan. I fail. I meet Jean. Jean meets me. I like Jean. Jean loves me. I get married. I work at a departmental store. I make phone calls. I still make phone calls. I go to a funeral. I cry. I quit my job. Jean quits me. I cry. I work at a paper company. I get robbed. I buy a car. I get laid. I go to clubs. I get high. I read. I feel alone. I feel safe. I meet Lisa. Lisa meets me. I love Lisa. Lisa loves me. I feel happy. I have a dog. I get married. I have a child. I take Erick to school. I get robbed. Lisa dies. I cry.

And it hits me, none of this was ever real, none of this will ever be real, it hits me but I have always known, maybe all is just part of a twisted story in a cheap TV show. Maybe we all are characters in a novel, probably is just all a dream, it makes me feel nothing is real.


I don't exist.



By I'm the penguin