Feeling: stymied
Listening to: Coldplay
Reading/Watching: I feel guilty when I read.

I am stagnating and it is enough to make me want to scream, because the things I want to move forward I am incapable of budging, and the things that are moving forward are the things I desperately want to stay the same.

Jobs circle around, open but ineligible, others close their doors against my nose, my degree lies smug under a dust blanket, whispering how I'm too good for this. My bank account is anorexic, slipping into a shadow, my empty time is bloated and sits on my chest in the mornings.

And the days tick by, red carpet ripping under my feet, dragging me to a deadline.

The only thing happening according to plan is his leaving. August marches toward us with vicious glee.

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