It seems that, for some reason, the past few days have been extra dreadful and dragging. The nights have been becoming shorter and shorter that you're afraid of sleeping because you might miss something. And then there's this awkward and scary feeling when you wake up as if something bad is going to happen, and you need to catch your breath. There's always this struggle to get up and start the day. It feels like you are stuck in a loop instead of celebrating a new day. Hey, this was what I was doing yesterday, or two days ago, why am I not still ticking it off the list? Why are these items keep on piling up and up but the "away" is missing? Like no matter how hard you extend your wits, to make sure this won't slip for the next day, it stays there? Unbelievable. Things magically end when you start doing them since everything has an ending but nowadays, we're just going around in circles. Perhaps, this is what being stuck in a pandemic, for a fucking year, feels like.
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