2025 really hasn't been the best year. All I've done is work myself to the bone. I keep telling myself I have to. I have to keep burning my candle at both ends. I keep telling myself it's all necessary for my survival. I was hoping for a better year. I was hoping for sweet revenge for the destruction of my world. But I've fallen into a rut. Work, barely sleep, autopilot. Isn't there more to life than this? Even my inner turmoil has slowed. The nightmares slowed. I'm beginning to think I am not really alive just in some sort of purgatory or hell. Forgotten.
There just has to be more to life. If the world will end what will I even be remembered for? Oh yeah a dependable employee at a job I hated. When does it get better? When does the struggles ease?
Time for work. Again.
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