It's two thirty in the afternoon. A couple more hours and I am out of here. I can barely concentrate on work anymore. My throat has a big lump in it making breathing and swallowing a chore. Eating lunch seemed like it would have taken too much effort, so I had a couple crackers instead.
The memories surrounding me are causing me to feel ill and tired.
Pretending that I am okay is getting old, so today I have barely left my desk. This way I do not have to face many people, or fake conversations about doing good and being busy.
I would really like to crawl into bed and hide under the covers.
No comments:
Post a Comment