I was so stupid.
Days by days, repeating the same morning, the same work, the same faces i meet, the same hunger i held in, and the same coffee i drink both at dawn and dusk. Work, Sleep, Eat, Work, Sleep, Eat, Work, Sleep, Eat, i was fed up by everything yet nothing for this life is quite comforting in its stagnation.
I was so foolish.
The way i die might be written in history as one of the dumbest way to die, choking on a indigestion medicine after forcing a coffe on an empty stomach. Everything was so painful, i can not think, i can not feel my breathing, i can see the damp and dark room of the small studio that will now watch a life ends after accompanying its hollow life without meaning.
I was so naive.
Thinking it is my break, my reward for being such a good dog following society expectation without falling to its corruption, waking in a manor on a body yet met its first moon surrounded by maids i have only see at cafes and adult magazines, not knowing at the year i can wield my own blade and walk in my own boots, donning my armor for adventure, is the day i get kicked out to live on my own as the eldest child of the family took the thorn and deem me and his other siblings unnecessary spendings on the family's luxuries.

I maybe dumb, inexperienced, and unathletic.
But still, i gotta keep living, even if what awaits is uncertainty, it is better than when i was stupid.