wishing he was dead suicidal death

He knew that staring at his phone looking for more interesting content wasn't a good use of time. But he had nothing better to do. He had decided that life was not worth living. Not that he was 

suicidal

or anything. But just that there was no point in living. But he would continue living because it was too hard to die. Unless you were really trying to live, then you could die easy. That's how it worked. Only the people who were trying to feed their families were dropping like flies. Or maybe it was that when they died their 

death

was felt.

When he died he knew that nobody would care. Actually some would care, but they would only care because his death would remind them of their impending death. They wouldn't actually care about him because he hadn't done anything for anyone. All he did was stare at his phone scrolling... waiting for his god damn eggs to get out here! Where was that waiter? He looked up from his phone finally, he saw the waiter walk towards him holding a plate. Yes it was eggs! but then the waiter turned and gave it to some burly looking man who was almost certainly not here before. Was he cutting in line?

He got up and went to the waiter and screamed at him. "Give me my eggs!" he said. The waiter gagged as his neck was squeezed by the man. He would've died if the burly man didn't come over and pull the choker off the waiter. "Easy, sonny. Easy there." he said.

He took a deep breath. Then he took a swing at the burly man, hit him right in the gut, but then his wrist hurt becaue he didn't throw his punch well enough. The Burly man sighed and went back to his table. That's when the waiter got up and kicked him in the nuts. And thats when he went down, on the floor, fetal position, wishing he was dead.