I watch the clock tick by, my anxiety growing more and more with each moment closer to the end of the wasted day. It's another day passed without reprieve and another day closer to returning to entrapment. My employment is a trap, a slow moving sludge of boredom and misery that I am unable to leave until the clock says so.
I worry and I obsess, every activity of daily living is a hassle, a burden, a chore; there are no moments of enjoyment, I don't remember what those feel like. I worry about things I shouldn't, I obsess over things I should. The black cloud hangs low, clouding my vision of brighter days.
I can't find anything to ease the misery, nothing to ease the dread. Time just ticks on.
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