this morning #2213.

this morning, though early on it had the vibes of a friday, it was most definitely not. nothing but a side effect of the long weekend. just another shitty sunday. the death of the weekend leading into yet another workweek. i don’t want to be hyperbolically bleak but these next few days very well may kill me. having to go into an office never used to bother me all that much but there came a time early last year where it started to wear me down. i realized that, while the steady paycheck is nice, at some point there has to be something more worth living for. more than a year later, i’m still at that same job. stuck in that same situation. monday to friday. imprisoned in my life with no real way out in sight. existing in a perpetual state of waiting for the weekend to arrive.