I woke up today, again. First thought in my head? Don't check the phone. Just... don't.
I told myself maybe I woke up early, maybe I did something right for once. But my fingers had their own plan. I grabbed the phone from under the pillow and tapped the screen.
12:07 PM.
I just stared at it.
Didn't blink.
Didn't move.
Just laid there, holding the phone in my hand and watching the time like it would change if I waited long enough.
A minute passed.
I let out a long sigh and slowly sat up in bed. My legs dangled off the edge. My hair was messy, and my shirt smelled like sleep and sweat. I didn't feel like a person. Just some lazy thing taking up space.
I don't know how long I sat like that. Maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty. I started thinking.
How did I even get here?
And then — for some reason — a line came to my mind. Something I'd seen in a video once. Some philosophy guy talking about "Minimize the damage."
He said, "When you mess up, don't throw the whole day away. Save what you can. Start from where you are."
It hit different today.
So I whispered to myself, "Let's try."
Cold shower. Breakfast. Some exercise. Three hours of study.
If I do this, the day's not a failure. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing.
I nodded to myself and stood up.
I placed the phone on the table and went to the washroom. Took off my clothes. I stood under the cold water and turned the knob.
The icy water hit my back.
"Hah! Ooofff—"
I immediately stepped out, dripping wet. My whole body shivered.
I stared at the showerhead for a second and laughed.
"Okay… yeah. First day. This is enough. It counts."
I dried off, put on a clean T-shirt, some loose shorts, and headed to the kitchen.
Opened the fridge.
Empty. Just one bottle of sauce and half a lemon that looked older than me.
I checked the shelf — nothing. Just air and shame.
"Guess I have to go out."
I put on my sandals, grabbed a crumpled note from the table, shoved it into my left pocket, and left the house. Sunlight hit my face hard. The air was thick and hot. I covered my eyes for a second and kept walking.
The shop was close. I stepped in and looked around.
4 eggs. That was the first thing I picked up.
Then I looked around some more.
A packet of instant noodles. Tomato-flavored.
And one pack of tomato-flavored chips. Junk, yeah, but who cares?
I stood at the counter. The shopkeeper didn't even look at me. He just scanned the items. I paid and walked back home with the plastic bag swinging in my hand.
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Cooking Process
First, I took out a bowl. Cracked one egg — the shell broke weirdly, and a little bit fell on the counter.
"Whatever."
Second egg — smoother.
Third and fourth — done fast.
I added a pinch of salt. Then a little more. Then some black pepper. Took an onion from the fridge — cut off the moldy side — chopped it up roughly. Tossed it in.
Mixed everything with a spoon. It smelled okay.
Then I grabbed the packet of noodles, tore it open. Dropped the block into boiling water. Poured in the spice mix. Watched it bubble.
While the noodles boiled, I put a pan on the stove and turned the flame to high. Dropped a small square of butter into it.
It sizzled instantly.
When it melted, I poured the egg mixture into the pan. It hissed and popped. Looked fine — until I left it for two minutes.
Burnt.
One side turned black.
I tried flipping it. It broke in the middle. Whatever.
Drained the noodles, dumped them in a plate, then slid the broken egg pieces on top.
Took my food to the table.
Opened my phone. Searched up "latest news." Some video of a politician yelling. Another about some celebrity divorce.
Muted it and opened YouTube instead. Found a random gameplay video. Guy was screaming over some horror game.
I ate the chips first. Then the noodles and burnt eggs.
Honestly? Not bad. My stomach was full. I felt human again.
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Later
I leaned back. Scrolled reels.
One was a guy doing push-ups shirtless with some sad music.
Next — a girl dancing in a hoodie.
Another — a recipe for protein pancakes.
I didn't even realize how long I was scrolling.
Then I remembered.
"I said I'll go for a walk."
I didn't want to leave the house, so I put on my headphones and started walking back and forth in my room.
One corner to the other. Over and over again.
Probably two minutes.
That's it.
I sat down on the floor after that. Laid on my back.
And stared at the ceiling.
I guess I will browse some internet
I went to a browser and turned on private mode
I then typed on the search bar
Hentai porn
Then a lot of websites showed up
I went to one video then another then another
"The related videos were looking good under the main video "
I watched and after some time I ended up masturbating to a ugly bastard ntr video guess I am that now .