i miss work during my rest days
and i want to just lay in bed whenever i’m at work
it sickens me
this feeling that i’m runnin in circles in spite of the burning thought that i am runnin out of time
that i wait to wake up just to long for sleep again
it sickens me to my very bones.
and i feel helpless because i know for now i can’t do anything about it
yet i wanna be able to do something, anything, about it! arrg!
it friggin irritates me to know my weaknesses yet i’m incapable of great change because of them
caught in a freaking wake of a dream
it scares me
this, this sick quicksand of boredom i’m constantly being pulled into.
it’s gooey. and it smells like yesterday.
pull me out. (even that sounds dirty lmao)
you, i need intervention, i need your intervention
get me outta here