I lay my head into the cradle of my arms. Rocking and humming without much thought.
Because what is there to think about? I think making a list of short term goals and acknowledgement will help deflate my tension.
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4. ...wow
To the point of resentment, I can taste the acid on my tongue building up, and disgust settle just behind my naval. okay not a good idea.
Im just a step away from not giving a shit. I want a cigarette.