This cookie dough doesn’t seem to be getting baked. With each day, I’m just getting older, tireder, rawer.
Ii’s like I’m…stuck. There’s no going anywhere. There’s no moving forward. A perpetual cycle of sameness.
Oh, the exhaustion. A deep, bottomless pit, stacking itself on yesterday’s pile, every day, every second.
Where’s the light at the end of this tunnel?