i have no life
The desolent streets of 230am is my new friend. Work, sleep, work, sleep who knew at the age of 20 I would be a zombie a lifeless beaing that no one cares for. You get lonly after awhile the comfort you have is your empty for the hope of sleep. I have just became everything I never wanted to be, a coffee drinker cup after cup its fuel for the body without it I would crash. I'm sitting with these other employees more or less I spend more time with these people then my friends and loved ones. Fuck this job, fuck the coffee, and fuck these people I'm stuck in a loop