Sam opened his book and thought to himself "if no one will ever like me then what is the point in all of this boring and monotonous work i keep doing". The book sam started reading was something someone told him to read. He never read anything but online forums about how much was going on, on the internet. Sam found peace in reading online, but never with a book, it always felt so uncomfortable for him.
A few hours later, Sam started feeling tired and looked at his digital clock, it was 3:05am, sam thought he better head to bed. With a puff on a cigarette, sam felt a release like no other, except he remembered yesterdays cigarette being just as good. This was the only good feeling sam felt all day, everyday. he knew it would probably end up killing him but he didn't really care, sometimes he hoped he'd die in his sleep following the cigarette. Sam felt like he had no purpose and it wouldn't be too hard to imagine sam doing nothing with his life. Sam laid down in bed and closed his eyes, uncomfortable but happy to finally shut his eyes, he drifted off soon after.