+rep nice profile😉

I lay on the ground, lighting is dim. “What am I doing?” I ask myself. I glance at the electronic clock near my head.4:21 am. I try to jog my memory. What was I doing before I passed out? Why am I on the ground? I notice the dim light of my phone shining up at the ceiling. I suddenly remember what I had been doing only a few minutes ago. Responding to hundreds of dms on reddit, all of which repeat the same phrase.Balls. I curse my life. What have I become. I used to have a girlfriend, I used to have straight A’s. Now look at me, suffering in a hell of my own creation. I return to my work, knowing I have many hours before I have replied to all of the messages. I tear falls from my eye as I type the single word that shall haunt me. Balls.

Road To Potado

noice