Dayz

Sitting on the porch as you always do, smoking a cigarette and messing around on the computer. No one is online, no one is texting you; you assume this is because it's a Sunday night although that is not too convincing. Music is playing in the background, inspiring you; or maybe just calming you down. The small town is quiet, everyone is tucked away in their bungalows, or in someone else's. You think about the boy you met last night who was supposed to come to your apartment but you got sick and passed out. You wonder if he is ever going to text you back again or accept your facebook friend request. You sit quietly on your porch, ever so quietly. You think the neighbors must think you're weird for practically living on this porch. You have nothing else to think about, there is nothing else; except for the English reading you have yet to do. Another day has come and gone in your mediocre life. You realize nothing vital has been taken care of and you don't care. You are and that is all that matters.