CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17

Fujio was lying in his bed. He had just got home. He was staring at his roof again, but he felt so lost that he couldn’t move.

“It was a good day. At least I thought it was... why do I feel like this? What am I doing?”

He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow.

“I was fine at the library... so what happened?”

He thought about this for what felt like a long time, but it was really around thirty minutes. Fujio was always analyzing his days like this, to live better. It was a habit he unintentionally developed.

He got up and walked to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror.

“What are you doing bro?”

“I don’t know anymore”

“WHY are you doing? How about that?”
“Bro.”

He paused.

He took a deep breath.
“How much longer am I gonna drown in whatever this is?”
“What am I even saying”

“I'm so lost.”

And with that thought he went back to his bed.