It's a very dark night. Not the kind that is frightening, but the kind that makes you feel peaceful, safe, in trance. you feel it embrace you, like the hug of a mother, and the rain just makes everything better. Not a heavy rain, but the kind that caresses your face and feels cold when the breeze hits it.313Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0MCj8QuvL
The apartment has big windows. That's mostly what made me settle on it, I love big windows. Because at rainy nights, like this one, I like to sit in front of it and just enjoy myself, the streets, the world. Until it stops. Those hours (sometimes minutes) are pure bliss to me. People don't like rain that much.
I like to watch people, too. I can see them through my window during the day, big waves of people heading to work, home, anywhere, nowhere.313Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfE0R2pc7T
Sometimes I just watch, but don't see. Sometimes I see and what I see is that most of them don't seem happy at all. Some smile occasionally, some never do. I don't understand them, but what do I know?
I can shoot a lot of people from here if I had a sniper rifle. Just an observation.
I sip my coffee as I keep watching the rain fall and hear it hit the window and watch the raindrops slowly race to the bottom of it as my roommate comes in, rudely interrupting the happiness.
I have a roommate because I am not rich and the apartment is a bit pricey. This guy was also interested in it and, like me, didn't had enough money. I personally prefer living alone, but it's a beautiful apartment with a beautiful view and I couldn't let it pass.
Do I like living with this guy? Well, if I had to rate it from 1 to 10 I'd give it a please-stab-me-in-the-eye-with-a-rusty-knife-and-twist-it/10.313Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXMoicgshK2
Is it that bad? Hmm, no, not really. He doesn't washes anything he uses and makes a mess in the kitchen by just pouring water on a glass and brings people over way too often (and we're not supposed to do that, at most we can invite 2 people, any more than that is not allowed) yet I don't complain. I never complain.
He's trying to show me this tattoo he got on his thigh, an illuminati eye or something like that, I don't know or want to know. That's why I pretended to look at it, sighed a 'Looks nice.' And stared back outside. I'm not giving him the satisfaction.
He leaves me alone for the night. Goes to his room to chat with whatever girl he's "dating" now, or wants to. I say "dating" because he's only with a girl for about 3 weeks and the girl then dumps him or he forgets he's dating her.313Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzxIqVRLKYI
He's also extremely retarded when it comes to girls. The way he talks, the jokes, the flirting. God have mercy. But it's okay because he's handsome, they always fall. people don't care much about what you say if you're handsome.
It's not raining anymore, and the dark streets now look hollow, they're slowly sucking the world into oblivion.313Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKVCSiKA5I
I drank all the coffee, time to sleep.
