ethan bergeron

i remember the day i died

i remember the day that i died. it was a normal day. it wasn’t anything where i could feel the energy of the day sway awkwardly, making me weary. i woke up a little late, went straight to work and after that went to school. it was a long day. i would clock into work at 6:30, leave work at 11 then leave for school at 12:45. it was an exhausting schedule that often made me feel overwhelmingly depressed but i always went to work and school. how depressing.