wake up, brush teeth, get dressed
make coffee, pack, double check.
the same routine every day,
the same day played out yet again.
the same email to the same type
of people who i know aren't going
to make a purchase. the same answers
to all the same questions.
going home at the same time,
to the same place i hate, thinking
all the same thoughts, wondering,
wondering,
wondering.
if this is 'life', maybe i'm not cut
out for it.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
wake up, brush teeth, get dressed
make coffee, pack, double check.
the same routine every day,
the same day played out yet again.
the same email to the same type
of people who i know aren't going
to make a purchase. the same answers
to all the same questions.
going home at the same time,
to the same place i hate, thinking
all the same thoughts, wondering,
wondering,
wondering.
if this is 'life', maybe i'm not cut
out for it.
"reality is a place i would hate to live."
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