One of those days

Today is one of those days

Should i order food or kill myself

I don't know

Suddenly this turned into an emo song

I wish i could write a haiku about

Ordering food

Or killing myself

While i wait for this pizza

Maybe the elevator will break when i go downstairs to get it

But who wants to die in an elevator crash

So sad

Every time i cross the street i wonder whether i died that day

When i got hit

I wonder

Like george bailey

But maybe the opposite

Although coming back year after year feels almost like that

A life which i'm not a part of

Fuck it's hard not to fall back into clichés

Sometimes it feels like hollywood has coined every single combination of words in the english language

And the more i write

The more i realize the insignificance of my middle class life

While i wait for my double cheese pizza to arrive

Or something else, who knows