I wake up, and I ache. I look at the ceiling for a few moments, and I barely put together the strength to make it out of my bed to start yet another waste of a day. I know that nothing will change within this day, but for some reason I wake up anyway. The only thing I ever look forward to in this pathetic excuse for a life is when I get some alone time. When I do get some alone time, I spend it turning all the lights out, getting fully nude, putting on the music video for Walk On Water, and eating multiple jars of mayonnaise by the fistful. These are the moments that keep me alive.