With the Passing of Time

From the chasm (veritable drabble)

Posted on: May 6, 2008

One more week down, five days out the door and into the office. Ignoring the constant reminders of how disgusting and worthless he is, pretending there are no laughs, jeers, or judgments. Five days of torment and then he’s rewarded with a weekend of seclusion. It feels like something to celebrate, a veritable triumph.

But no one understands. They don’t appreciate the struggle and the effort, always expect more than he can give on the weekend. And even when he tries to prepare for forced human contact, the lack of empathy hurts and drags him even deeper into his hole.

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