I dread going downstairs. I don't want to face my co-workers, I can't stand to see their smiling faces and have them ask me "how was your weekend?" I have a secret that I can never tell, and sometimes it breaks me all apart. I don't want them to ask. I can't bear to smile and pretend that everything is alright when it's not. It's not like they really care anyway. It's just PC office protocol. I really need coffee, I have to go down there. I had better cough up a plastic smile real quick.
Confession posted on 05/29/2001