I don't
want to.
But I
don't have the backbone to walk out: not even to walk out just for
tonight...
because
looking after myself should be a priority?
Because
life also includes a life outside of work.
I see
the sun set here.
Everyday.
I watch
the world go by and I watch the traffic, when other people go home.
When I
get out, the streets are quiet.
I forgot
what yoga feels like and what being at home felt like.
I even
work on a schedule at home:
Get home
Unpack
Food
Shower
Watch
mindless TV for 30min
Bed.
Rinse
and repeat.
Day in.
Day out.
Weeks
come and go.
Still
here.
A
stranger told me last night I work too hard.
That's
the worst, I guess: looking into someone lives and seeing it is so
scew.
So
ruined.
