I'm at that place again, the awful one in my head, where I don't know what's wrong. I don't feel sad or bad, just absent. I am scared. It will pass. That is what I must tell myself. If I were to hazard a guess, pinning it on what is due feels like a good excuse. This is not the time for this. In reality it probably is the purposelessness of the quotidian. Where am I going? Somebody pinch me, it's time to wake up, I hear the alarm and am awake but am numb. I can't get out of bed, I can't stop the damn alarm, I can't brace myself to face a thing, why won't my body disobey the command of my vagrant mind?
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