The infibulating feeling of purposelessness. Is choking me from my spine.
I don't know if it has to do with it being 12.38, and I've been awake for over two hours now ad other than washing myself I've accomplished nothing.
Or maybe with the pressure of engagement. To engage in anything seems like the perfect disease to contract, while I want to ignore and be ignored by all symptoms, especially exposure.
One can die of exposure.