I do it all to forget.
I drink because I want to forget.
I run because I want to forget.
I work out because I want to forget.
I cook because I want to forget.
I feel trapped. Behind the smiles and light conversation, we all know we're fighting against each other for that one job, that one position, that one moment of acknowledgement that you did something right for once.
I miss feeling like I'm in control of things. I miss having that close knit group that I can always rely on. I miss the way things were.
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