I am sleep-deprived and I want to go to bed.

I feel anxious and I’m not quite sure why. Aside from the tight knot of my stomach, I’m not feeling much of anything at all. I am disconnected. I am floating. Or, at least, wishing that I were.

I am relieved to have been offered a second interview because it was better than the alternative.

I dread tomorrow. I dread the emptiness it will bring with it. My days are like carved husks–hollow and desolate.

I don’t want to think about this for too long.

I want to sleep and dream of better things.