Days like this one here
I can feel it as soon as I wake up. My brain sleeps in, sleeps all day. I only eat half of my breakfast because it's just not good, not enough. I don't want to go to work, or class, and I don't want to stay home.
The wailing child next to me on the bus doesn't bother me because nothing can bother me. The meth-mouth trying to sell me bus tickets doesn't bother me because nothing can bother me. My life doesn't bother me. Everything fails to engage me. I don't have opinions.
The muscles in my face feel atrophied and my head aches. I go the entire day without making eye contact with anyone. I walk by people in the cramped hallways and don't look at them, not their eyes, not their mouths, not their pants or shoes, whole lives and stories just colored blurs in my peripheral vision. I go the whole day without saying a single word. I let people try their one-liners on me, use me like they use a dozen other ears.
At the end of the day I'll tell you it was "okay" or "fine." You know. Like, pretty average I guess. I'll go to bed early and sleep great. Tomorrow I should care again.
The wailing child next to me on the bus doesn't bother me because nothing can bother me. The meth-mouth trying to sell me bus tickets doesn't bother me because nothing can bother me. My life doesn't bother me. Everything fails to engage me. I don't have opinions.
The muscles in my face feel atrophied and my head aches. I go the entire day without making eye contact with anyone. I walk by people in the cramped hallways and don't look at them, not their eyes, not their mouths, not their pants or shoes, whole lives and stories just colored blurs in my peripheral vision. I go the whole day without saying a single word. I let people try their one-liners on me, use me like they use a dozen other ears.
At the end of the day I'll tell you it was "okay" or "fine." You know. Like, pretty average I guess. I'll go to bed early and sleep great. Tomorrow I should care again.