Worked for one, not the other; chickened out of another.
Why do I even bother when I’m just going to end it all? Does it even matter? It’s all meaningless for me. I am meaningless.
I immerse myself in work. I find reward in that. I seem to have a knack for it, but it’s not going to last long. I am a fraud.
A few try to reach out. Some superficially, others curiously. I remain distant behind a glass wall, peering out in silence. I am contaminated.
The paranoia seeps in. I try to shake it off to keep it from settling. Once in its grip, it’s a quick descent into a tar pit.