Two

I trudge on my days fueled by bleak black coffee and overly sweet bread. It's a perfect balance, overviewing the grayscale buildings in front of my shack of an apartment. In the morning of my life for the past two years, I could hear the obnoxious cheer of people below with their fake smiles and fake greeting. It disgusts me really, people having bald brain. If they only knew what happens inside each other's minds, they wouldn't even try to be near each other. Pretentious fickle people.