Back at work today. First day in two weeks. I sit in some secluded part of the office, trying to work, but struggling to focus. The world is grey again, and all I can think about is how much I hate every bit of it.
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Theres so much meaning in the sentence, “The world is grey again,”
That’s pretty much what it’s like. I mean, I still see colour, but everything feels grey. I feel like all the colour on everything has faded into the colour scheme for some post apocalyptic film and the people are just acting like everything is fine; totally oblivious, going about their daily business as though nothing is different.
I don’t believe the world ended on 21/12/2012 (forgive my date format, I’m Australian) or whenever it was supposed to end. I do realise all this is in my head, but there’s no respite from one’s own mind. I’m trapped in here, and even the most pointless delusions are very real.
so what do we do about this life, just keep living it?
i refuse to keep living it this way