Time marches, and cares nothing about whether you're able to catch your breath. It pushes you along against your wishes. Obligations. Work. Appointments. Social events. Everything drains your battery; and before your battery is even a quarter full, the routine kicks back up again. I'm having one of those days right now, where all I want to do is wear PJs all day and do next to nothing. I'm tired. I'm irritated at everything. Every sound annoys me. I just want everything to stop for a minute. Maybe to just sit and play some silly video game all day like I am bedrotting in the 2000s. I should talk to my therapist. The last thing I want to do is have responsibilities right now. I don't want to go to my dipshit job. Ran by dipshit people. I don't want to go into stupid fucking meetings where I get asked the same fucking question every time by people who don't fucking listen or have any god damn clue what I even do. Sometimes I wonder if I just disappeared, how many people besides my…
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