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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Monday, 17 March 2014 @ Monday, March 17, 2014
I think unemployment and boredom get the worst of you. And it's exactly what's happening now. I cannot, cannot wait to get out of town. I can't stay at home everyday, it's sickening. It's unhealthy. It's so, restricted. There're rooms, but you can predict the interior designs. Kitchen, predictable refrigerator goods. Predictable food. Tiles, rows and rows of the same white tiles. Walls of green, yellow and blue. Toilet with the same white toilet bowl and the same shower gel.I. Can't. Take. It. I need an escape. I need to go. Sometimes they just don't understand. I don't go out to "ignore your responsibilities at home like housework". I just can't stand being rooted in the same place without anything to do. I need to go out, I need to be on my feet. I need release. This Thursday would either be a nightmare, or a dream come true. Things may go right, things may go wrong. All these nerves are making me have a mental breakdown. Sleep deprived. Angry. Irritated. Irrational. Sleep is drowning. Suffocating. Thoughts are torture. Even sitting down is a pain in the ass, both literally and non-literally. I'm starting to sound like an old, angry spinster but that's how it is that's how bored I am ijustwannaflyawayandstabapillowwithachopstick. Tired of being tired. Worried of being worried. I can't be around people in this moment of time, let alone talk in front of them. I will scream, I will burst at any wrong blurt. But no, never. See this is the problem. How can I convey a message, if I am so very drained myself? How can I give a gospel lesson to youths and help them understand, in this current tornado of brain and emotional-wreck I am in? This responsibility is too huge to take. Too huge. I am sick, I am angry, I am annoyed, I am so pissed, so pissed with myself. I need to run, I need an escape. I need a soldier to take me away and whisk me into war. Run with me. |
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