Falling Into Oblivion

Why can’t I have love like anyone else why?
He was muttering and cursing his luck looking at himself in the mirror, ( look at you, you are nothing but an obsolete man, you are good at nothing , you have no skill. People disgusted by you. You call yourself a poet, a writer; you could not even finish a single story.
Why am I talking with myself oh I am going mad, or really no kidding, I am already mad , or as people call me insane wired , strange and eccentric .
Let me go to my bed but before I go to my bed let me make a cup of tea, this might reduce my anxiety, Oh my God this is hilarious, I die I live no cares as they say the one that causes laughter, is the most tragic disaster.
Oh someone is knocking my door I hope is not my old neighbour she is always complaining. He took deep sight and said, yes yes I am coming . Door creaked when he opened it slowly, yes what is it this time ,
Stop talking with yourself
Ok I will is there anything left you want to tell me
Yes I wish you would leave this place it would be much better without you, we want a nice gentle neighbour. great caesar ghost what is this mess , in your apartment, why all these papers scattered everywhere, and what is that , a typing machine and a gramophone , she laughed out loud, you are a really on odd young man,

Ok Mrs Broun have a good day I am kind of busy right now
Ha busy oh my dear I have been your neighbour for many years , you are useless , busy in what making mess all over the apartment and talking with yourself like a crazy man, who am I kidding , you are a mad .
Oh God I thought she would never leave , now what we have to do, oh yes damn it my tea , I will have to heat it up once again , that witch always talk r...

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... got to admit when first time she came I was not that polite with her.

Come in my dear
Thank you madam
I suppose you are her mother she always talks about you how great cook you are
But may I ask why did you cry when I asked about Jean she is a fantastic girl

Listen to my dear you Jean is dead
It was shocking disastrous news for him he could not accept it
This is a joke is not it

This cannot be possible she was with me two days ago

Jean died ten years ago in a car accident
But but but he was unable to speak
She gave me her address look,
This is empty paper my dear
I gave her my Jacket I told her to take it because it was cold

If you don’t believe I can take you now to her grave, her mother said
They went to the graveyard and they found his jacket lying next her grave with small note ( I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you )

The end