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 f*****g 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 f*****g 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 complain too much because I know it can always get worse, and right now, it's just gotten a thousand times worse.
I only see Carmen when I get back home, and since we got married, I've been avoiding her like the plague. What? I already married her so I don't owe her a single f**k. She can't do a thing
