Rhysography

I can’t sleep most nights.

I have no job.

I’m failing econ.

I can’t cry anywhere without having somebody see me.

My sleepless nights have been forcing me to agonize over my past actions. What I’ve done, what I shouldn’t have done, and what I should have done.

It’s so goddamn frustrating. It’s all done. Why is it still floating around me like a ghost?

I need to get away from here. This place is sucking the life out of me.

There is no life here.