October Sixth

I have built this cage around me. This job. Karen. All of it. Each one is just a lock on the box I have placed myself into. It is killing me. I don’t know who I am anymore. I know who I literally am. Not who I actually am. It feels like the days are just ticking away. There is no more time for me. I am always doing something for another. These god damn third parties are destroying me. What happened to the me? The I? I think the lack of sleep is really starting to get to me. I am having trouble. No. Never mind. I’m fine. This is just all in my head. Just need to get better sleep. Maybe stop drinking so much coffee and cut back on the cigarettes. Fucking lungs are killing me from the amount of smoke I go through. I need a break so hardcore.