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Tired

Tired!

Stop! If you can’t drive, don’t drive!!

Screaming across a closed car window.

The scream rebounding off the glass

On to my face.

….

Oh, Man! Looks like I screwed up.

The look on my boss’s face.

I don’t think I’ll have my job.

Sitting at home without a job.

People wondering why I’m such a failure.

My friends standing at my funeral.

My mind conjuring up doomsday thoughts.

While my boss passes by again smiling

Asking if I want to join him for a coffee.

….

I’m working! Just leave me alone.

I don’t want you guys screaming.

I scream. Louder than my kids.

……

If you are seeing this

Stop right now.

Get your life back.

Says an Instagram video.

And I move on to the next

Endlessly scrolling.

……

Re-reading an email for the tenth time.

Ensuring I don’t sound like

I want anything. Ensuring

It sounds nice. Ensuring

I come across as a nice person.

….

I crash onto my bed.

It’s 11 PM.

A flash of light.

Hey, it’s me, god.

Whatever you want, name it.

I open my mouth. No energy left.

My eyes automatically shut. 

God shrugs and walks away, mumbling-

“Next time, save some energy for the good parts”. 

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