I am hovering. Waiting.

This can't be who I am or who I'm supposed to be. There is no art here and I long for art. There's no happiness here for me.

I don't care about how well I perform and that hurts me and makes my mind feel dull. My eys are tired of watching the same thing all day long.

I feel trapped and angry. I have to calm down so I can find my way out.

There is more, I know.