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.


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