First Mile, Last Mile in Gregor Samsa

I'm not going to fake this, I won't lie: there's something I'm missing. I'm not satisfied to just be waiting, with my arms crossed, bored and tired. There's a lack of interest. I'm not keen on reading all of eighty-seven letters in a single day. I spent fourteen hours sleeping, dreaming, hoping for a reason - a reason just to wake up, swallow more lies, impersonate the layman, shake hands, wash hands, pretend that I'm fine. Fear not, youth dies and it's here that you'll lie. Just stop wasting your time and pray faith keeps you alive.