I never knew that everything was falling through.

I am trapped. but only within myself. I know because I am seeking refuge in my arctic bedroom. I hate cold. I kind of just drift aimlessly from building to building. Only to surround myself with chatter and anxiety. I am going to put this, whatever this is, to some mode of productivity. I will immerse myself if my work in order to drown out the ringing in my ears. But doing work just reminds me how ready I am for the weekend. I really just need to see him and be with him, because he will restore my sanity. I am pretty sure he is the only one capable. not that anyone else ever tries.