Diary of a loser

I woke up with crows thrashing around on my roof, just above my head. From what I know about crows, these are big black creatures with a patch of white on their breasts. The crows are never peaceful animals; they come to bring noise and destruction. That's how my life feels right now, ripped apart by scores of crows. I feel defeated and I don't seem to know a way out of it. There are vague glimmers of all that could have been, but I must confess that it feels like the insanity has smashed everything. Whatever I had hoped to achieve, it has turned to dust. Whatever dreams there were are covered in grass. The crows know this. That's why they're up on my roof.