Addisondiva

my corner in addison
2003-01-03 04:13:00 (UTC)

trapped

1/2/03
Today at work, trapped in my gray cube, I stopped
breathing. Just die, I thought. My vision blurred as I
leaned forward trying to make it happen. Moments later I
gave up and redirected my focus to my e-mail. I always
back out. Everyday I think of falling into pieces on the
floor, screaming out loud, or running down the hall in my
underwear. I'm always somewhere else.




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