distorted
I came to work with my eyes being very obvious that I just woke up disoriented, again. It’s one of those days again where I have to muster all the muscles I have in my body just to be able to get up and prepare for another boring day at the office.
Maybe I should go to some drug treatment center just to have people give me the space I need to express myself better because nobody will stop me for I have the excuse. Like a drug treatment to sedate me from my usual effed up ways.
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