Insanity

I wake up. It’s Monday. I feel dread. My first thought: A whole week is ahead of me, and Friday seems oceans away.

I wake up. It’s Monday. I feel dread. My first thought: A whole week is ahead of me, and Friday seems oceans away.

I wake up. It’s Tuesday. I feel dread. My first thought when the alarm goes off: I can’t get up. Somehow, I robotically muster the strength to get up and go to work though.

I wake up. It’s Wednesday. I feel dread. My first thought: It’s almost Thursday, which means Friday is closer. I stare at the ceiling in the dark wishing I could close back my heavy eyelids.

I wake up. It’s Thursday. I feel despair. My first thought: I feel like I am dying on the inside. I cry internally from the un–satisfaction I feel deep in my soul.

I wake up. It’s Friday. I feel a subtle relief. My first thought: I can’t wait to get off from work today. I don’t want to get up, but I do because it’s Friday; freedom is only hours away.

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I wake up. It’s Sunday. I feel anxiety as the day draws to its demise. My last thought: Why do I continue doing this? Then, I go to sleep.

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