I went to the toilet and instead of peeing, I ended up having to shit.

Staying up late, right after enjoying the ecstasy of watching a worldwide football match, I had come to the realization that my leg was out in cold. My body started to shiver.

[Oh hell naw ma dawg] I thought to myself as I try to cover my body with layers of sheet. Upon doing so, I had yet received another revelation.

In the midst of the blankets' warmth, I sweated effortlessly and my crotch felt itchy. It seems that I have to pee or else, I could've peed myself on the bed, which would be embarrassing, considered that I have already stopped wetting my bed from a young age.

[Man idk..] Those were the phrases that repeatedly flew around within my minds as words formed around, creating sentences that originated from the songs I've pirated off some shady, ad-flooded website. As the clock ticked away and the song progressed, I've finally decided my next action.

I should stop writing this and sleep. It has been a while since I

I wanted to say "It has been a while since I slept before four in the morning." but it seems that its about four minutes before 4 a.m.

Man, I should stop now and say this:

I want to write something, but I don't really know how to put it here. Can I copy-paste the entire thing here? Can I go all-out and swear as much as I can? Can I include explicit and pure edgy content that doesn't really follow the guidelines within it? All of these questions started to fill my heads and without really giving care to it, I stopped writing and placed away my phone.

I woke up and went to the toilet.

I slept after that, anxiously waiting for response, of which I would know that there is none.

And so, the story ends.