Greg's sad story (written by ChatGPT)

ChatGPT just wrote this for me and it's awful:

Greg woke up. He stretched his arms and yawned. The sun was up, and the air was cool. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water and brushed his teeth. The toothpaste was minty. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, then left the bathroom.

In the kitchen, Greg poured himself a cup of coffee. It was hot. He stared at the mug for a while, thinking about nothing. He took a sip. The coffee was bitter.

He sat at the table, flipping through a magazine. It had articles he didn’t care about. After a while, he stood up, put on his shoes, and left the house. He walked down the street. There was nothing remarkable to see. The same cars, the same houses.

Then, as he stepped onto the sidewalk, he tripped. He fell forward, his body slamming against the pavement. He felt his skull crack open, the sharp pain rushing through his head. Blood pooled around him. His vision blurred, and the world faded to black.

Greg was gone.