Living bored and tired

The constant downpour of the rain was the only thing keeping me awake in the silence around me. Interrupted with the occasional car or truck skidding along the road casting water onto the sidewalks. With downcast eyes I held on tightly to my 'ready to snap at any moment' $5 black umbrella.

Approaching the front door of my small apartment I thought about the events earlier today. I graduated with a bachelor of commerce from a respectable school and had reasonable knowledge about investing so that I would live quite comfortably.

Lots of people had come,

Smiles everywhere, people applauding, laughing and dancing. I was part of it too you know, I might not look like I can but I can bust a move or two on the dance floor without looking as awkward I'd like to believe I'm not.

Pushing the copper keys into the lock and hearing that familiar 'Click' I heaved the door open for the who knows how many hundredth time.

Sighing I laid down my belongings and collapsed onto the couch simultaneously looking out the window and into the vast amount of buildings and structures along the still bustling streets.

What was the point in it all anyway? No one ever really questioned what lay at the end of it all. All I can see is regret. Regret for being born in such a boring world.

My only escape in the form of manga, anime and light novels where I could pretend I was someone else for a short amount of time.

I wasn't suicidal. At least I don't think I am. Just bored. I have a nice family with a younger brother and today was the first time in a while that I saw them again. It was nice don't get me wrong. Just not exhilarating. They would always chat about the same things over and over again.

Like,"when are you going to get a girlfriend?"

or "Have you found a job yet?".

I know they mean well but it's not like I enjoy them saying it. Plus, I would have gotten a girlfriend if I could have. My unsuccessful track record leading still to my status as a 23 year old virgin.

Sighing again for the 17th time I watched the the city lights and the hustle and bustle of night life until I felt my eyes getting heavier, embracing the darkness again sulking at my own existence.