Its been days, months, since you’ve had “fun”. Working in an office job doesn’t seem so.. nice. Especially when they work you to the bone. You can’t take it huh? Even when you go the grocery store, you always get bad looks.. try to hit your luck with love, you get rejected.. at this point you don’t think your human anymore. In fact your kind of seeing the world as black and white.. you just think your a cog, working for people with better talent than you. It’s genuinely messing with your mind..

One day, same as always, you wake up from your bed. One you haven’t cleaned in days. Rubbing your eyes, you look to see.. something on your desk. A gun? why is there a gun on your desk? Did God give you this..? You panic for a second: but you start to think.. YOU, have a gun now. YOU, have power now.. you keep staring at it for minutes.

What. Are. You. Going. To. Do?