The from the deep depth of my room

So I told my only subscriber that I was planning to go home and write something deep and dark and sit my room and be emo, from that came this:

I sit.
I sat.
The coffee stains on my shirt makes me feel pain.
Pain from Heat.
Pain from the bleach I will have to buy.
It's dark in here.
There is a light.
But I am too lazy to go to the switch.
If i had eggs I would have ham and eggs if I had ham.
I must be hungry.
The floor is cold like my soul.
Or it is the a/c vent I sat on.

yep.