Chaos.
Every time my alarm goes off.
Chaos.
I pressed snooze for the third time.
Chaos.
I wonder if the world would miss me if I just went back to sleep.
Chaos.
Making it out of bed, throwing clothes on and walking out the door.
Chaos.
Arriving to work 15 minutes early as usual so people think I am put together.
Chaos.
Staring at my computer screen reminding myself that there are bills to pay.
Chaos.
Why am I like this?
Why is this me?
CHAOS.
Why cants I just be normal?
Why can't I pretend that everything is alright?
CHAOS.
I used to wear the perfect mask but now I don't remember how to put it on.
I cant seem to do anything right.
CHAOS.
Some days I wish I could become one with the sofa, sink into its depths and slip away.
But I get up, I get to work. I get home. I go to sleep.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
...Chaos.
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