I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t want people to see me. I don’t want to see people. I don’t want people to talk to me. I don’t want to stand up in front of everyone. Numbers suck. I suck.
Every five minutes, I’ll go, I won’t go, I should go, I’ll call in sick, I will feel better if I go, I will feel worse if I go, does it even matter if I go?
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
