insignifcant

He kept his eyes down, staring at his desk. He didn't want to speak to anyone today. Hell, even getting out of bed had been a struggle. It would have been so much better to have stayed there. No one bothered him at home.

He watched the other employees file into the office out of the corner of his eye. He could hear their jovial greetings, wishing each other a good morning. No one ventured near him, no one wanted to greet his negativity. He always had a scathing remark for them, over time they had learned to avoid him.

He had what he wanted, solitude. No one bothered him, no one spoke to him. It only made his depression deepen. He longed to be included, he longed to be a part of something. Instead, his distrust of others only widened the gap between him and a normal life.

He could feel the pain welling up inside. He clamped down hard with an iron might. Not this time. Not today. No emotion. He was going to be keeping the walls high today.

He focused on the report that was in front of him. He had been staring at it for 30 minutes, but can't remember a single thing on the paper. It didn't matter, he would just read it again, or throw it away. He really didn't care anymore.

He was so unhappy. This was not the way he had envisioned his life, this was not his plan. He had followed the path that was sold to him. The sure course to happiness and a good life. He found he had neither. He wondered if he had been lied to, or if he simply had failed at this task?

Everyone was at their desks, beginning work, starting the day. His thoughts wondered. He wondered what they would do, would they even notice him? No one had greeted him, no one cared. He thought about going up to the roof of the building and doing a swan dive for the CEO's car. Would they care then?

But instead of moving, he simply sat at his desk and stared at the report. No one cared. And that is what kept him in his desk. It simply wouldn't matter to anyone.