Daniel let out a prolonged yawn, disinterested in the events occurring near him. It seems as if some fuckboy intended on forcing him to roleplay for some bullshit he couldn’t care less about in any way, shape, or form. Daniel removed himself from the cushion of his couch, irritated by the child who was kicking his leg for the longest duration of time. Daniel slowly rested his laptop down on the couch, then walked off and approached the door of his building. He looked around the street, examining the place for any kind of transportation that may cross the road and have a chance to run him over in no time whatsoever.

Daniel raised his foot, it was dark in the environment he was in, and intended to keep himself cautious about the area around him. Daniel slowly and carefully rested his foot upon the stones, he was one step closer to crossing the road. Daniel repeated these actions, right, left, right, left, tentatively observing the road for any sort of transportation heading his direction. Daniel was crossing the road, believe it or not, and reaching his destination which was the sidewalk on the other side, literally 10 inches from his goal, which was to finally conclude his journey of crossing the road and travelling to the other side.

Daniel took that final last step, his shoe touching the surface of the sidewalk and finally, he had worked towards his goal of traveling to the other fucking side of the road. This was his goal of life, and he had completed it and he had accomplished the only goal in his sad, lonely, life.