The not so pretty truth

It’s laying in bed wishing you could face your failure. I didn’t finish what was due and I can’t stand the fact.

It’s going out with friends smiling and laughing yet feeling a restless numbness inside.

It’s being at your desk completely on edge because the neighbors cubicle is being worked on. The noise, the noise, the banging, the laughter, the noise.

It’s the paranoia you get when you think you hear your name… It’s worse when your co-workers shut the door.

It is feeling guilty, feeling pain, feeling numb, wishing for nothing.

It’s knowing that to survive a normal life you will be on medication forever.

It’s wearing the same socks 32 hours and being ebarrassed when you take off your shoes.

So disgusting. So vile. So lonely.

So sorry.