out under the sheets. just like every morning there’s a shadow sitting on your chest, pressing you into bed, and hurting you so much you can’t help it but cry.
i am such a loser and nothing but a disappointment!
your eyes, filling with tears more and more from minute to minute, are looking around your messy room. actually you wanted to tidy up a little bit, but you were too tired after coming home from work. there’s still so much work to do.
maybe i should just find a job that i can actually do, as dumb as i am.
as you finally manage to take your eyes off this mountain of clothes 