One more robot learns to feel...

Apr 21, 2008 19:29


I’m sitting here quite alone in my scrubs. I’m thinking about the day I’m going to have tomorrow, if I’ll go to school or not, what I’ll wear, if I should bring an umbrella. An acute loneliness sets in. The room is still, the fan is humming, and the fluorescent lights above me are burning my eyes. I feel numb. I don’t know what I’m looking forward to anymore, only tomorrow.

I know you’re supposed to take things one day at a time, but I don’t know what I’m working towards. I’m just lost, but the problem is I don’t feel like I care. I don’t feel excitement like I used to, I don’t see things on a larger scale anymore. I hate this feeling. I hate settling, I don’t even know what I’m settling for; probably mediocrity.

I was never built that way. I was never meant to sit down and watch life pass me by. Excitement was meant to pulse through my veins, I was meant to command a stage, I was meant to make people cry, I was meant to sing my soul out… I was always bigger than my body gave me credit for.

But now I’m here, sitting in my cubicle, watching time go by… counting the hours, minutes, seconds until I get home, fall asleep in my bed, and repeat.

I’m sick of this feeling. Sick of the funk. I’m getting out of this. I think I’ll move forward. I hope to never be this way again.
 
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