TW: Mini Vent I suppose. Have a good day/night <3

She stared at the document in front of her. What could she write? What could she make that would explain all of this? Explain the turmoil inside her? She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

Check the time, an hour left.
Stare back at the white screen and get lost in thought.
Repeat.

A groan escaped her lips as she scooted her chair backwards.

Take a break.
Come back and stare at the empty document.
Write and then delete endlessly.

The clock strikes 7:00 am and she sighed. A project for tomorrow then.

Leave.
Come back.
Study and finish work.

The document glowed in the lamp light as the sun laid itself to rest. A project for tomorrow then.

Leave.
Come back.
Finish work.

The document, resting at 300 words stared back. She sighs and holds her head in her hands. More.

It's at 900 now. That's not good enough.
It's passed 1000. Too many mistakes.
Weed them out and now at 800.

'What's the point?' She grimaces at the document. After all, it will only end up as a project for tomorrow.

Leave to sleep.
Wake up as the clock blares that it's 5:00 am.
Open the document.

She stares at the white that's filled with black squiggles she can't make out. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she shakes her head lightly and gets to work.

Delete.
Add.
Revise.

She stares at the publish button and swallows the dread. She clicks the arrow and leaves the document. A project for tomorrow—

[Publish]