Miserable

You leave home every day, go through the same path to go to school or work... every day. You do it so many times you don't even think about it. You don't ask yourself "which was am I gonna go today?", you just do it, that's it. But you go through different people every day. I know it because it also happens to me. Sometimes, you leave home really angry, you're having some problems and/or you had a rough night, rolling over in your bed all night long, facing the annoying inability to sleep. Insomnia, that's what the general public calls it. As I was saying, you have insomnias, leave home angry and see all the people smiling, demonstrating confidence and happiness. You just wanna snap those fucking little necks and ruin those (already) miserable, routine lives. You feel bad because you can't. If you did it, you would ruin your own life too, you would feel more miserable than you already are and worse, you would get ass-fucked by a bunch of 7-foot faggots in prison. Is that really the life you want? No, it is not, so you let go and continue angry. You go to your school/job, and, you know it, there's always someone you want to assassinate in a brutal, violent, almost psychotic way. As you read this, you're probably denying all I said. Well, you just can go fuck yourself, because you know all I said it's true. Continuing, you find this person you want to kill, he/she pisses you off. And there's nothing you can fucking do about it. So, once again, you do nothing, because you fear all I said above. Yeah, 7-foot ass-raping motherfuckers. And you let go. You let the hate that lives inside you emerge. In the end of the day, you ho home. Your mom says "hello", you say "fuck off!" all lock yourself in your bedroom. You lay on your bed, get really depressed and angry, break down, and finally, start to cry. You feel so empty. You realize your life is so miserable that you no longer have fun, even when you do. You're just angry, 24/7. So you want to forget this feeling that is making you sad. You pick up your wallet and keys, leave home again. You go to the supermarket and buy, let's say... a bottle of vodka. You sit on the ground, you drink it, and you cry. Oh yeah, you're drunk, bitch. But you still can't eliminate that annoying, stupid feeling that you have inside. You slowly get up, go back to the supermarket, buy another bottle. You sit on the ground, you drink it, and you pass out. Oh yeah, you got REALLY drunk. You wake up in the next morning, completely naked, feeling heavy and hungover. Oh, and you got sunburns all over your naked torso. You look kinda orange. Your head aches, so does your entire body. You touch it and you feel that excruciating burn. You scream. Your body is burning so much you don't even dare to move. So you can't get up. And there you are, completely naked, exposed to the world, with orange skin and two bottles of vodka beside you. Some people laugh at you, some just close their eyes, they don't wanna see you, you look... fucking bad. As the time passes, you're still there, the sun is still burning your skin, and guess what? You feel even more empty and angry. All because of a fucking insomnia. You're a fucking miserable piece of shit.