>I appreciate the never ending sameness. Although I've had days like this before.we're sitting on my couch. 3 generations of you have had this same day, this talk, these thoughts. all on my couch. why do you(all) react like that?This one's on me though. i need a new couch. shes going to remember it, my response and my couch. my choice in words will be a defining moment for us. this is some kind of measurement of my worth. I've done this before though. it gets so much easier actually. easier to do, but this one hurts. the place where things start to go south. I know it's happening before anything is said, she doesn't even know it. I bet she doesn't even know what she's doing. We'll see if I can fix this. patch things up. get her to sweep this under the carpet. The carpets going to have hills. lifes forcing you out of your comfortable routine.
I need a new couch. The girl I want to bring over is going to remember it, my response and my couch. It is a grounding for the memory. It feels like a measurement of my worth, like life is forcing me out of my comfortable routine, forcing US out of our comfortable routine. Despite this, I appreciate the never ending sameness. In this moment, I realized I didn't even know why I invited her over, I wasn't ready. I bet she doesn't even know what she's doing here, in this place, with somebody who doesn't know what they're doing. However, now is the time. My choice in words will be a defining moment for us.
"So, have you ever visited Veeky Forums?" I asked her. Her eyebrows raised in confusion, shifting upon my couch. "Um, what?" I've done this before though. It gets so much easier actually. Easier to do, but this time it hurts.
"It's an internet site I visit, its a message board." She nods to my response, attempting to break the silence that should've followed. "So, what kind of messages?" I cringed. "Mostly people calling each other faggots, and posting meaningless things to each other. Pictures of anime girls having sex." Oh fuck, I did not mean to say that last one. Her perfect eyebrows rose in sudden shock, the picture I painted for her suddenly biting her brain.
"Oh. That's kinda weird." She shifted to the left, the universal sign that she wanted to leave. No, not now, don't leave. We'll see if I can fix this. patch things up. get her to sweep this under the carpet.
"I only visited it as a joke because a friend spends all of his time on there." Her eyebrow curled into suspicion, her eyes locking onto me.
"...you have friends?" The carpets going to have hills soon, with how much stuff that's gonna be brushed away under these carpets. Life's forcing you out of your comfortable routine. I guess now is better than ever.
"No, I don't. That changes today though. I want to change."
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There we go. I just wrote the thing for you. You just need people.
It's boring as fuck to read, but you need to insert an interesting conflict, a relation of feelings, and most of all, focus on characterization.