Other people’s problems at least mean I don’t think about my own.
That being said, there is many.
Don’t know what to do.
Feels like I’m floating in zero gravity. Touching nothing. No way to move.
People want things from me that I can’t give.
Pitch black behind the window, punctuated by cheerful multicoloured christmas lights.
It feels exposed and far away from everything.
Impersonal.
Cringing away from the cold metal laptop.
I will feel better in the warm water.
I will feel better one day, even in the cold.
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