I feel confined.
I’m not sure what I want to do but I’m sick of this monotonous routine.
I’ve tried to keep myself busy but something’s always getting in the way.
I’m ready for this all to be over for good. The uncertainty of it all isn’t helping to put my mind at ease.
I can’t remember the last time I spent quality time with someone.
It’s beginning to get to me.
I feel I might crack.
But I can’t. That would be the worst.
This has to be the worst year ever. And it was supposed to be mine.
Artistic Apathy 