artemiswerewolf

Weekend is over, party is over. Back to work and back to the quiet. I'm getting tired of spending night after night in this apartment, "The Basement of Solitude" It's not an actual basement, but the way the grounds are here, it's pretty damn close. I think my sister's prediction about my life is true, I will end up a sad and lonely old man with no one in my life to love, the only reason my brother and I talk so much is cause of mom. And the last time I saw my sister was almost a year ago. Dad? I dunno. I'm going to work now just to be around loud people, at least it is something,
Maybe I'll get a hamster, or a goldfish, at least then there would be something that actually needed me. And it would break the silence here.
The wind is blowing and the buildings amplify the sound.