Do you ever feel as though your mind is composed of shards? and conversation is the only thing hinging you to Their Reality?
I can’t think or act. I am a bag of bones and flesh.
Only on days that end in Y.
At the tail end of a week where every damn file I worked on blew up. Not my fault and the boss says so, but I’m beat to absolute ■■■■.
I mean, are your thoughts all astray? like the discarded contents of an ashtray?
Um … uncollected this evening. Trying to do some pickier stuff and just can’t concentrate.
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