I feel guitly, so here is the engrish version. P.S. don't expect me to run this trough a speel chexxorz.
He finally woke up. There was a weird smell in the room but he didn't care. He'd been inhaling his own sexual scent for many nights in a row now. He picked is pants up and headed out to the kitchen. His brown hair was all messed up and he was barely able to keep his eyes opened. He leaned against the kitchen sink and turned on the water. It was cold. It's what he needed. His head went under the tap and he took a few gulps of water while he was there. A dirty crusty cloth was an adequate replacement for a clean towel. He stood tall, walked to the fridge and looked into a small mirror that was hanging there via a barely functional magnet. Probably made in China. As he stared at himself, focusing on his eyes as if he was attempting to penetrate his soul, he spoke out loud. "Dammit Jim... What the fuck are you doing with your life?"
He grabbed a piece of bread and started to chew on it but stopped to pick out the green fungus from the edge, then promptly continued to eat his breakfast. He headed into his room and got dressed. He lived in a small appartment. His door was never locked because there was just nothing of interest or value except his computer, but he always took it with him where ever he went. He didn't have a bed. His beadroom floor was covered in dirty t-shirts, more like rags really. Uppon closer look, you could almost see the silouette of a man amongst the colourful chaos because on the few nights he actually made it to his room, those filty shirts acted as his matress.
He walked out of his appartment and swung the door closed. Down the stairs he went, but when he got near the 2nd floor he stopped. He took a deep breath and slowly moved to the landing. He listened but heard no sound. He sighted... He was hoping she would be there. He was hoping he'd at least catch a glimps of here, preferably from behind. Maybe he's even get to walk by her and smell her perfume. She always smelled nice. If only he could mutter the courage to speak to her. But what the hell would he say? "Fuck me if I'm wrong, but is your name Zelda?" He giggled at the thought. The best he had been able to accomplish in months was a warm smile, one that went unoticed. Guys like him never get the girl he thought. His attention was brought back to reality when he heard the sounds of a deadbolt unlocking nearby.