Robot

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I wake up at six in the morning, and that’s if I have managed to sleep at all. I search for jobs through the internet and on the streets. I make phone calls while I still can, while the calls are still free. I go to job interviews while the tickets for the bus are still free.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I can only cry, and still feel that I have to try.

I am reaching the deep end, going automatic from here on, and I feel like a machine, because it’s like I have no life anymore, just like a robot.

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Excuse me for writing so sad pieces about how I feel right now with the situation going on in Greece, but I don't know what else to do than write in order to try to manage these feelings to the best of my ability, which is failing me if I may add. I just feel like a robot. I wonder, would a robot feel like a human in my shoes?