The weakness, nausea and headache that comes after I’ve left work. Walk to the station and it feels like head is in a cotton ball, everything is muffled and slowed down.
Today took it all from me. The lines were red and people waited almost an hour. But I couldn’t do it faster. There was and still isn’t energy in me. No motivation.
I’m on my way home, thinking about drawing I want to finish. But the thoughts about work sneaks up and I’m dreading tomorrow. Can’t do much about it.
Is this how most people spend their lives? On sedatives, alcohol and what not? My next 40 years, filled with dread, hopelessness and burnt out feelings.
I’ve got to make those appointments, I’ve got to do something. But it usually ends with, “Meeh. It’s not that bad, right?”
Personal next to man is listening”Friends” intro song.