I'm on the train ready to start another week, I can see my reflection in the window and it looks back at me with a blank expression. I walked here but I don't remember it. The light rain that usually annoys me made me feel glad to have my hood up, head down and umbrella up to hide behind. Nobody will want to see the person behind it, I know I certainly wouldn't.
I tried to enjoy the weekend as much as possible (after having another good cry on Saturday morning,) but I couldn't see past this situation and this journey and the inevitable day ahead. Last week took it out of me, I'm exhausted. And it hasn't even started yet.
I want to leave so much, I'm so close to just not making it up to the office door, I just want to stay in this train all day and never get off it, only to go home and sleep.
The only thing holding me back is the fact I'd be a quitter if I did. It wouldn't be professional and it wouldn't be very 'me.' But what's the point, I know the thing that I hate the most won't change so, why prolong it?
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