Out of sorts... parallel universey...
I feel disoriented... one true sign that I am not myself is that I find myself finding comfort in my cutey cubie. Am I finding meaning in life through working? My gosh.. so not me... so not Libran...
I go to work... I stay at the office... I go to the gym and then I go back... as if my day is not complete if my last stop is not my cubie... gosh.. this is bad...
I am really not myself... where am I? :(
I feel disoriented... one true sign that I am not myself is that I find myself finding comfort in my cutey cubie. Am I finding meaning in life through working? My gosh.. so not me... so not Libran...
I go to work... I stay at the office... I go to the gym and then I go back... as if my day is not complete if my last stop is not my cubie... gosh.. this is bad...
I am really not myself... where am I? :(
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