I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. My right arm is hurting under the weight of my body but I can’t move. I feel anxious and restless. There are a number of thoughts running through my head.

I’m thinking of how maybe I’ll never truly love anyone, how I couldn’t waste a few days and rest before having to work because my parents simply couldn’t afford such a hiatus, about how I’ve oiled my hair and I need to be up in 5 hours before work begins, and most of all I’m thinking about how quickly my heart is beating.

I’ve searched jobs till my search engine run out of options, I don’t even know what to do to truly change the course of things. It’s like being stuck in that one episode in a season nobody likes, or a chapter everyone finds exceptionally dull in a book.

I’m stuck and all I’m thinking about is everyone who lives a life that I dream of. I’m stuck. I feel like chewing gum has gotten stuck in my hair, except I’m the hair and the world is the gum.

I feel my heart beating fast. I’m convinced I’ll be unhappy for the umpteenth time at work again. I feel it all slowly beginning to weigh me down. The air is dry, my clothes are worn out, my hair is gloss-less, my eyes have dark circles and my skin looks parched.

I seek answers. I seek answers. I seek help. I seek some freedom.