The Days Leading Up To My Personal ApocalypseMore Like This
The dreary Massachusetts winter was finally over.
Spring came, but brought it's share of dreariness as well.
I remember: constantly having to roll my jeans up as I walked to and from work because it was always raining. Maybe I've just filtered out the sunny days that surely must have happened; I remember each days walk to work being soggy and uncomfortable, bringing whatever mood I was in before leaving the apartment down significantly just as I was walking into another irritating work day. But even leaving the apartment in a good mood was rare; most days I felt so sick and weak and mentally exhausted from the self-inflicted and seemingly unending cycle of insomnia.
I was abusing my body, and it was declaring war in return.
Most days, before work I did as much hiding out quietly in my room pretending to be asleep as I could. I didn't want him to ruin my sweet solitude. I'm not sure precisely when I stopped enjoying our co-habitation, but by this spr