The Haze

The portents of its arrival tingle and hum through my skull. My head begins to hurt, but the numbing dread encourages me to keep scrolling, burying myself deeper. Today was a failure, I should try to escape tomorrow. After all, being in this haze is as good as being dead.

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I've always liked writing about this experience as it's been a daily struggle for me to escape this "haze." I would love to hear about other peoples' thoughts on this or any other similar feelings since I'm pretty certain that this is not an uncommon experience nowadays. <3 :3