3 A.M. The precursor to another day wasted. The screen blaring, the music playing. Why? Should be sleeping...like a disease it keeps me awake. Keeps me staring. Idle. The first chapter of a broken mind. Everything broken. An over dramatic observer who has nothing better to do. Paranoid everyone is always plotting against him. A wired individual always concerned of what he is thought of when he knows they shouldn't. It's broken. Makes no sense. What is this? Horrible. It's broken, wasted. The chronicle of a dilapidated mind. An over dramatic apocryphal story no being should see.
