When did the world become such a horrible place?
When did your life start to crumble around you?
When did you begin to descend into a living nightmare?

Now you're laying in bed for an hour, not even aware of your own sweat as you read some silly fan story that at least brings a smile to your face. Thats gotta be something, right. You ignore the call your body makes to use the restroom because that means you have to get up and address the fact that you exist.

An hour later, when you finally force yourself to move you realize your skin is damp with sweat from being under a thick blanket so long. You use the restroom and decide to shower, recalling you do actually have responsibilities today.

When did warm water feel so good?
When did it not become warm enough to block out the pain?
When did you start taking 45 minutes long showers to escape your twisted reality?

Even once dry you hesitate getting dressed. The longer you stall the longer before you have to do anything. Although, the longer you wait, the less time you have to do everything.

Is the procrastination worth the false escape that has a sense of dread hanging on every breath? Or should you just have gotten up and faces the day and be strong like everyone else is, and everyone else expects you to be?

Either way it is too late now.

When are you going to get dressed, your mask with a smile carved into it included?
When will things start to get better?
When is this feeling going to go away?

never.

duh.