have you ever felt this feeling of dread.
waking up and not knowing what the hell you're going to do that day.
I wake up, and scroll all day. my body rots in the same spot in my bed.
the cups beside my bed pile up. I open my shades.
look in the mirror. wash my face.
I feel like I have no purpose without constant deadlines and stress.
my eyes fill with tears as I struggle to figure out what I should eat.
I can't deal with the pressure of my own decling self-esteem
I got a job. Yes for the money but a new place to report to gives me something.
even sitting here writing this-
am I supposed to be doing this at one in the morning?
is this it?
is this what the universe intended?