I am on the tram and I am thinking what will I do.

The stops go by through the window but I don't notice and I don't know which stop we are about to arrive at and if this keeps up then I will miss my stop for work if I have not already. So I am thinking what will I do.

My clothes are gray. I don't want to get off the tram.

I don't want to get off the tram and go to my desk and open my drawer to get my pencil and hear my drawer tell me to kill myself.

I am on the verge of not keeping anything in my drawers anymore. I don't know what will happen when I make that decision, but I know that I was not meant to have to deal with drawers like these.