My own private hell

I sit in an unfamiliar place. Where people I once knew, treat me as if I wholly offend them. I marvel at the words that come from my mouth and check, and re-check them for accuracy but nope, they're the same I would have said any day prior to today.

But today I'm in hell.

I see people's faces through glass, the wall I purposely put up to try to distance myself from them. But I have to speak to them, interact with them and so I do... falling on the foundation built years ago when I first met them. Yet, today it's different.

My own private hell, a world where communication is ineffective, thoughts are scattered as well as unorganized and the benefit of the doubt means nothing.

And I've checked in to this place, for at least a week. Wish me, or my coworkers luck that we survive. I'm thankful for really loud music today too...