To Get It All Off My Chest

Car radio

A deep, tired breath slipped past pale, thin lips and into the Chilled November air. Dull green eyes slowly closed before blinking open and gazing around holding no real interest in anything they saw. Behind those eyes was a world of thoughts, which the owner of those eyes was too deep in. They were caught up in their own little world, blocking out the real world to escape to the prison that is their mind. Not even caring that their dark hair has fallen out of its pin and into his face.

His tall, thin frame leaning against the cold metal of the car for support. He would soon have to get in this car and drive home with the danger that is his thoughts. He had no desire to be in the car without his radio to distract him. What are the chances that someone would steal his car radio while he was working. It was annoying and tiring all the same, seeing as he couldn't afford to replace it and was forced to drive in silence.

The man wasnt an introvert. He wasn't antisocial. He wasn't shy. He just thought a lot. He preferred spending time in his head. There, no one can try to prove you wrong, no one will criticize you, no one will think you strange or dark. You just thought whatever you pleased with little consequence. The only difficulty with this excessive thinking was the toll it took on his body. He was tired constantly as his mind ran in overdrive. He began losing weight because he'd think so much he would forget he was eating lunch and would have to throw the food out or save it for later.
All these issues in his head distracted him from his life, his job, the people he cared for.

"Whatever", He breathed our softly, pulling his jacket up a little and pushing his weight off of the car. "I know its dire, my time today."