I just want to lose consciousness
My whole body is cage, rigid, boxing me in.
Dragged my living corpse all the way to my 9 to 5
I want nothingness.
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I need a new hidey hole.
The old corner bakery has yellow lights and sunshine. The new location is too
cramped, busy with the sad white light.
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M started being too friendly. To an extrovert, manning a division all day alon
e with no colleague to talk to might sound lonely, but I’m at the period of t
he month where I wish everyone would leave me alone. I could barely fake my sm
iles in my encounter with him.
But work goes on.