[Hazu]

All that could possibly be wrong with the world seemed to be wrong, for Thomas, as he sat on the subway back home. He had a stuffy office job which he despised immensely, he had a shabby apartment that he never seemed to really have cared for in the first place, and to top it all off, his girlfriend, his beloved Maxine, was angry at him due to a fight over what now seemed to be nothing that occurred earlier that day, and couldn't seem to forgive him. He remembered only the climax of the fight, her screaming that she hated him, and the hurtful things both of them had said towards each other.

He sighed in a melancholy manner, and pondered why he was given life in the first place; He felt as if he was nothing more than another bit of wasted space; Another contributer to the toxic, antagonizing carbon dioxide emissions which filled the air; He gazed out of his window, pondering all these things in a disheartened way as the most hated world whizzed by; He glanced at Maxine, glaring in a way out of his direction; he turned his eyes to the hard, metal ground, and wondered why he was there at all. He felt that he made no one happy, and everyone miserable.

He sighed once more as he thought of his parents, and everything he put them through during his high school years, which caused them to simply sever any and all contact with him, even to that day; his friends, and all the drama he put them through, causing many of the good ones to leave him, and the ones who didn't really care for anything but his money to act even more cruelly to him (if that was possible); He thought most of Maxine, and all the torment he seemed to have caused on her heart, though it was always unintentional...

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared dejectedly towards the ground, and thought sadly of all the pain he had caused towards others and towards himself. he knew of no reason that he need go on, other than the fact that it would cause more pain, more suffering if he took his own life...

He softly recalled "Fake Plastic Trees" by Radiohead, and played its soft, beautiful accoustic chords in his head, thinking of the lyrics... "And it wears me out... it wears me out... and if i could be who you wanted... all the time..." He nearly wept as he thought of the fakeness of the people in the song, and how they so aptly correlated to his own life; His fake boss; His fake friends; His fake self... He sighed his oh-so-familiar sigh, tried, however futile it may have been, to think of something else.


Just as he was nearly on the verge of tears, he felt a bit of a slump against his shoulder; a warm, comfortable, soft tap that didn't seem to go away. he glanced over his shoulder, and saw Maxine, leaning against him, fallen asleep from boredom, no longer glaring, but with a soft, sweet countenance on her face. He stared at her... and all was right in the world for Thomas, as he sat on the subway back home.