It's raining cats and dogs outside my little apartment.

As I gaze through my bloody window, I just woke up. I'm alone, like always. It's 3:00 AM. My eyes are sore and cold. I'm thinking about how fucked my life is, and how I'm disappointing everyone, including myself.

If I was a smoker, I could've been dead by now. Because the amount of nicotine I would need from those blunts would literally kill me. A child prodigy. Now what's left of all those high expectations, which robbed me of making mistakes like any fucking human.

(Tightens fists)

I shall take to my wits and burn them all alive. But perhaps I'm too hard on myself. It's just another day, after all.

I added periods, commas, and a few capital letters to enhance readability, while preserving the original tone and emotion.