JOURNAL #3 4/1/08 3) All my friends have gone, even all of my enemies aren't around. I'm morbidly depressed because I'm the last of my kind. Oh, and did I mention I'm about to die? Yes, an empty world that you're about to find yourself dead in can be a tad depressing. All I can do now is wander aimlessly around, unsure of my destination. But, frankly, I have nowhere to go! Sigh. Guess I should lie down and take a nap, hoping that maybe someone will come along and explain all this to me... Unless I'm already dead... 7) Click! Whirwhirwhir. Sigh. Another hour to wait. I don't like being here, you know! Constantly being fed quarter after metallic quarter. It's horrid, I tell you! And then some humanoid teenager comes by every single solitary day and hits me with his baseball bat! Ugh, the nerve of these people! Every day I get a twinge of quilt as well, because the 7:00 AM user takes up more than her hour, and gets a parking ticket every day... It's not my fault I'm timed. It's how I was built. Once in a while, I do happen to see a crash at the intersection I'm stationed at. One word I have to say about those drivers: MORONS. Being a parking meter isn't easy, as whomever decides to listen to my story can plainly see. Only does another parking meter several feet away from me and the quarters I'm fed do keep me company... Click. Whirwhirwhir. Sigh. At least another hour has gone by... ~~~~~~~~~ End of my tiny series.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 09:47pm · 0 Comments |