I’m a car crash of indecision in the midst of an empty shell of a city. Should I stay or should I go? There is a healthy argument for both sides. At least I have a few days before D-Day.
This week has been a constant weary trudge through filth. Shoveling is counted in hours and i fucking hate wet boxes. At least I’ve had the company of some fine comrades, but there is only so much we can bare before our minds are lost to the overwhelming tiredness. A grim march through despair as the clock ticks away.
All the time I’m weighing up my options, scared of failure. But I guess, in the end, I always knew my decision. Its just casting aside apathy and doing it that will be the hardest part. Drifting towards sleep while listening to ‘The King of Limbs’ is a gentle reminder that not all is lost. Goodnight and good luck.
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