You check in with your body every morning and you keep wondering "when did that happen? How'd I become so un-young and so chubby?"
You talk too much. You don't walk enough.
You vaguely remember learning something about a seven day week in elementary classes yet it seems that your weeks are made up of Mondays and Sundays only.
Apparently "I" is the 18th most common word in the English language; apparently "the" is the most common.
You pack a snack and a package of ramen in your book bag then you head to the office. You reach the front entrance and a feeling like "you should run, run fast! while you still can" works its way into your brain. You stay.
You pray for rain on your days off of work just so you have an excuse not to socialize and fraternize with every jerk this side of the equatorial line. It never works and you find your mind shutting down without saving any information, you find your eyes open yet not looking at anything, you find your heart barely alive, you find your thighs continually "spreading out," you find that you are alone in a room full of fools which call themselves people, you find that you are riddled with doubt and don't know what it's all about.
What is it about?
You talk too much. You don't walk enough.
You vaguely remember learning something about a seven day week in elementary classes yet it seems that your weeks are made up of Mondays and Sundays only.
Apparently "I" is the 18th most common word in the English language; apparently "the" is the most common.
You pack a snack and a package of ramen in your book bag then you head to the office. You reach the front entrance and a feeling like "you should run, run fast! while you still can" works its way into your brain. You stay.
You pray for rain on your days off of work just so you have an excuse not to socialize and fraternize with every jerk this side of the equatorial line. It never works and you find your mind shutting down without saving any information, you find your eyes open yet not looking at anything, you find your heart barely alive, you find your thighs continually "spreading out," you find that you are alone in a room full of fools which call themselves people, you find that you are riddled with doubt and don't know what it's all about.
What is it about?
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