Some days
I don’t want to get out of bed
I don’t want to get dressed
I don’t want to go to work
Some days
I don’t care how I look
I don’t want to eat
I don’t want to drink
I don’t want to think
Some days
I don’t want to brush my teeth
I don’t want to brush my hair
I contemplate and calculate how long hygiene will take
Some days
I don’t want to go outside
I don’t want to decide
I don’t want to see sunlight
…………….
But Every Day
I look at my bank account and say, “Never mind. I’m fine.” I can’t afford to waste my time.
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Jordan
Writing is my therapy.
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