I see dead people

I never felt this lonely in this boring existence. So many unchallenging work with more-of-a-promise increased compensation. What makes it worse is the cold treatment. Although I never had a habit of sharing my bad trips and downs to anyone, this time I'd like to be comforted. I'd like to share bad time the way we shared those good times. But life is fucking unfair.

Now I only see dead people. No expression. No reflection.

But then again, who knows. Maybe he's more miserable than I am. There's something not so funny in him as it used to be.