I can’t stop picking up my phone. I can’t stop picking up my phone. I can’t stop picking up my phone. I can’t stop picking up my phone.

Why? I’m at work, why can’t I stop picking up my damn phone? I’m 27, why can’t I stop picking it up incessantly, for no reason. No reason. NO reason. Just picking it up and picking it up and picking it up. I don’t want to work anymore. I’m in this bad place I find myself in time and time again in phases. I don’t want to do much of anything. It’s not that I want to work, I don’t want to do anything. What the hell is that? Depression? Anxiety? Stress? Mental illness? Emotional detachment?

Oh stop crying you stupid bastard.