What Am I Doing? A Story Of Existence.

It’s 10am and I’m stuck in bed. I can’t get this feeling out of my head. All I have is existential dread. My mental thoughts are left on read. I brush my teeth when I have the will. Standing by my bed and swallowing a pill. Looking at my texts and doing the drill. NotContinue reading “What Am I Doing? A Story Of Existence.”