Pyrex

How many measurements can I do? I've used you for so many things already, and I still add a little more than necessary. Heh, I guess measurements tend to fail when I come around.
Yesterday I kept biting my nails, to the point where now I can't press my index finger on my keyboard because it hurts. I guess I'm stressed? I don't think so, I feel like my nail polisher is drawing too much attention to much nails so I feel like biting them.

Well... Let me start, first off... I'm listening to this song, you should begin listening to it now as well:
Moon.

I opened my eyes and saw a passing bird flying through my linen clothed window. The outside was filled with people walking, some running and one slow person asking for money. I saw my hands, they look the same as yesterday and I... Don't feel the same as any other day. I just am...
Waking up, getting dressed, dropping my toothbrush, looking at the clock, being late to work, running down the stairs, forgetting my phone, running back up, going down again. Closed.
"Good morning, off to work?" Said my neighbor while watering some plants.
"Yeah! Ah! Gotta run!" I replied while running on my high heels to the station.
I could see people passing me by so fast, and I... Could hardly see until.
Someone grabbed my arm. I turned.
"Why do you keep running away?" Said the voice I've been dreading to hear. "It's been years, and you always run away, you can't stop, you act like a fucking toy!" She said looking straight at my eyes.
I wanted to cry, I didn't want to see, I didn't want to breathe, but I am breathing next to you.
"Let me go, I'm late!" I said to the woman staring at me deep into my eyes. "I don't know why you thikn you have the right to do whatever you want, but you dont. Let go."
"I can't, not today." She pushed me onto her and kissed me and I felt like disappearing. The clouds started running passing each other turning the blue  sky into some type of gray. I felt a breeze through my hands and my whole body felt at ease.
This person, standing next to me, connecting her lips to mine is the reason I'm always late to work I've succeeded until today.
"I'm tired of you doing this to me, I can't think or sleep, I'm tired." She said looking at the floor. "I just wanted to say hello and good bye or just say hi... I don't know what I want... But I don't want to not be able to see you."
"I'm... Late for work... Sorry." I began to walk once again, I can't go back to that time. It was too much for me to handle, an independent type of love, one sided, submissive, distinctive, but the best love of my life: pure and connected.
All of those things were disappearing with every step I took, until I turned around, and you weren't there anymore.