It’s approximately less than 20 minutes til work yet I’m here at a convenience store nearby, trying not to care.
I don’t want to go to work.
I wish quitting work is as easy as 1, 2, 3, where you don’t have to talk about it, or write a letter or make a goodbye party.
I bought a hot chocolate because my head is killing me. I was planning to drink it at work.
The cashier asked me, “Do you want to add a cup?”
I replied, “No.”
She proceeded to give me a cup.
Gratefully, I smiled inside. I wanted one yet I didn’t have the energy to say yes.
As I took the first sip of my hot choco, I realized there’s so much to be grateful for.
Outside, the sky is gloomy like my heart. It’s cool and gives hope that maybe, today can wait. Maybe we cna just slow down and not work but just relax and enjoy life.
I don’t know if it’s the depression? But I am in a place where I just long to be free and not feel suffocated inside a cubicle that limits your heart from jumping out.
It’s less than 15 minutes to work, and I wonder how I am going to get through the day…
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