Why is it that the only place I can sort of feel-or maybe its just pretending to feel-ok is at the job I hate. Right now its all that keeps me sane. Its the only place I can sort of breathe.
The minute I pull into the driveway at home I am drowning. Its like a black cloud descends over me, crushing what little peace or fleeting happiness I had. When I drive home,the closer I get, the more empty or stressed I start to feel.
Its a horrible feeling. And I have it every day.
And I have no escape.
I'm doomed.
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