Sometimes, I just feel like quitting everything.

Quit my job.

Quit the people around me.

Leave this house.

And move away to another place where no one knows me and I don’t know anybody.

A decent place far far away from here. A place to just start over.

And the only communication would be a postcard from me saying, “Yes, I’m still alive.”

I wonder if anyone would even bother.

Maybe my dog who comes into my room every morning would.