;roll me up and smoke me.

My job is boring.
My life is boring.
I am boring.
You are boring.

I don’t get paid for two more fucking weeks.
Granted, it will be three weeks worth of money.
But I’m tired of scratching for change to buy my smokes.

I don’t do anything anymore.
I don’t smile.
I don’t eat.
I don’t do anything that isn’t involuntary.

I exist.
And it is boring.