Monolouge

Hey honey I have a story to tell to you. Well 1st off let me say u look fine this morning. But ne way i'm laying down and what not I fall asleep then the strangest thing happens. I have a dream yea I know its amazing but do me a favor don’t interrupt me again thanks all smiles. But any any way so then I’m walking down a road did I mention the road was yellow bricked but any any any way I’m walking down this road and I see this girl and she all walking down the street with her boyfriend or whatever and then he told her to go buy him some shoes and you wouldn’t believe what she did :O she brought him the shoes wait wait honey can u make this coffee a little darker its to white to drink thanks but any any any any way then I kept walking and I see this girl and like she was being bossed around by her man he told her to put all his stuff in the truck now let me remind u wait wait baby u know I don’t like my butter that lightly on my bread I’m a man give me more da hell man but any any any any any way so its cold and he sits in the car warm and she is freezing her butt off for him man that’s crazy. I’m sorry to keep bothering u about this but do me a favor go change because I think the outfit u have on is 2 provocative and I’m not feeling that shirt u need to let men know that your mines. So ne way then I wakes up well so I thought I did and I look out the window and I see these sexual acts going on in a car and I’m thinking o wow that’s nice and other stuff and I’m just too depressed to finish this monologue I’m tired of writing I cant do this ne more I’m freaking sad I wanna cry and everything I’m tired of it tired of everything. All I want is release. How hard is that to ask for. And oddly so I know how hard it is for release. True release is only given to those who have died. Lucky them. Every morning they get to lay in the after life and not worry about a thing but then there is me every morning I have to wake up and shower myself with a new me rejuvenated and simple minded on the outside. How am I to have release of these emotions in which I don’t wanna carry on any more. I’m done I want to be released from this imprisonment that we call life. People say living is happiness but if this is happiness then I’m ready for the depression to begin.