Here's One I Made Earlier... (Creative Arts thread)

4am,
Again.
I told myself I would go to bed at 2am latest. But then again; I tell myself a lot of things. Like I would actually do some study this week, like I would go a day without sitting brain-dead in front of the laptop on instant messenger and maybe do something productive for once. But here I am, talking about how I did nothing today to a girl I don’t even know. All I know about her is that her name’s HornyAbbey19 and she likes coffee. I like coffee too but that doesn’t exactly make us fucking soul mates. She tells me she doesn’t care that I did nothing today and she just wants me to go on webcam, I tell her to go fucking work the streets and then I disconnect. I like to say fuck a lot when I’m angry. I don’t know why I even expected a decent conversation with someone with a name like hers, it’s not like she’s GoodListenerAbbey or UpForGoodConversations19.I throw the empty vodka bottle beside me across the room and it smashes loudly against my wall, that’s when I realise I’m in a bad mood. That’s been happening a lot lately which is strange, I was always the laidback one, the one who never lost his temper but nowadays I get frustrated over the smallest things. Yesterday in the supermarket some little twelve-year old tried skipping me in the queue, so I tripped the bitch. The old me would have immediately come to my senses and rushed to help her, but the new me... Well, I just laughed and stepped over her crying on the floor and placed my items on the checkout counter much to the horror of the old woman behind it.
I throw the laptop to my side and pick up the remnants of the vodka bottle managing to cut myself on the process. I ignore the sharp pain, focusing instead of the emotional pain I’m currently feeling. I’m upset over a number of things like when did my life become so dull? I ran through my daily routine searching for a glimpse of hope and it occurs to me, the most significant thing I did today was make toast. The greatest thing I did today was putting two slices of bread into a machine... I wait for a moment to let it sink in. Then it hits me, my life is pathetic. Everything about it, I’d change everything if I could; friends, family, lifestyle. I was surprised it had taken me this long to realise it but I hated my life, I hated every insignificant detail of it. I hated the fact I grew up in a middleclass family, I hated the fact my best friend was someone I only talked to because he lived next door and I most of all I hated myself and what I’d become. I shunned human contact, preferring instead to live my days up in the cavern of my room. But who could blame me when the only other option was spending time with friends I had grown to dislike, I had grown to despise both them and the monotonous activities they indulged in which I on occasion was forced to participate in just to give the impression I was still social to my overbearing parents.
I opened up my bedroom window and hopped onto the roof. The cool breeze was refreshing after being cooked up in my room all day. Patting down my pockets I searched for a lighter, when I found one I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled box of cigarettes and swiftly lit one. Taking a seat on the windowsill, I took a large drag and then exhaled slowly, attempting to let the wisps of smoke slowly float up my nose. I took another large drag, exhaled and sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on my life. Suddenly I was crying, with my free hand I attempted to rub the tears out but only succeeded in making it worse. I stood up and began pacing up and down my roof, briefly pausing every few steps to take a drag. This wasn’t my own life I was leading, I was following a script. I was trapped, confined by the norms of society, expected to follow the same path everyone followed; school, college, job. Boy meets girl somewhere along the way gets married and they raise progeny of their own. But fuck routine, fuck expectations, fuck the script and most of all fuck this town. It was then I decided, with one last heavy drag I flung the cigarette into the garden and jumped off the roof landing with a loud thud on the ground. I walked to the edge of my driveway, paused briefly and took one last look at my house, the prison I had been in all these years and then turned back around and set off to find something better. I didn’t know where I was going but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that a new chapter of my life was starting and for once I was the author. I reached into my pocket searching for my mp3 player, found the headphones, slotted them into my ears, stuck on a track and set off along the long road to salvation.