Life is so fucking stupid.
It's just a series of waiting. I wait to clock into work. I wait for lunch. I wait for getting off my shift. I wait to fall asleep. All my life I'm waiting. But for what, really? In the end, it's waiting to fucking die, I guess.
I don't want to die. But it's going to happen, no? So many people, all these good wanderers fight for there lives, fight for others' lives, deep into the Backrooms. I don't do anything so grand. I look back and ask what I did yesterday and I don't have a goddamn clue.
"Rory what the fuck are you doing?"
That's Arden. He's earned the title of "close friend" over the years so a "fuck you" now and then isn't as bad as it seems. At least when no other coworkers are around. I can feel a slight grin warm my face. Life is what you make of it, I suppose.