A short tale of angst

When I woke up, I saw myself sleeping in the next room.

I looked so peaceful, so devoid of trouble while I was sleeping and that angered me.

"How dare you to sleep so comfortably while there is so much trouble in the world?" I screamed. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You should die! YOU SHOULD DIE!"

I went to the kitchen and I grabbed a knife.

The I went to the room where my other me was sleeping, and I stabbed him several times, until his warm blood splashed my face.

I blinked and then I realized my other me was gone. Also, I was bleeding to death, with a knife stabbed deep into my side.

In my attempt to get rid of my selfish doppelgänger, I only managed to finish my own life.