ROMAN

I loosen my tie and sink into my office chair. It's almost the end of the day, and it's time for my fucking depression to shine.

It's the one time of the day when I allow myself to think about her. My work is done and I can indulge. That's what I like to call it anyway. Indulging. I've got nothing better to do. My days are all the same—all fucking boring.

I don't care anymore. And it never fails to shock me that I got to this point.

Usually, when I'm having a bad day, I don't ...