His palms are sweating. He’s chewed his nails lower than he’d like but he can’t seem to care right now.
His bank account is negative and his job is giving him flack. Nothing is going right.
His stomach twists and turns. He can’t keep the tears at bay as he looks at where his life is sitting.
Memories of failed pasts, family member chilling warnings. He’s nervous, he’s scared he can’t afford to fail, to lose. He just can’t.
He’ll go home and cry tonight. Tonight before his girlfriend comes home.
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