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Ahhhhhhh.....that about sums is up. Fuck everything...fuck everyone....thats it i just give up. I hate work....i wish those words were strong enough but they arent. I do the best i can and some how that isnt good enough. You dont think i am responsible, well fuck you. I do the best i can, i do your fucking job better than you do. You can just kiss my big fat white ass. Thats how i feel about the whole job, fuck it. with that said, i gotta keep said job and be there bitch until i get into the vet school. Which has been the plan since i left the womb...just the other day it hit me that i'm not even sure anymore. What am i doing, sure i love animals, but i dont think i could be a vet...not smart enough, and i dont think i love it enough. I almost feel my soul is being sucked out via work. I see animals come in and then i carry them to there deaths. At first i wanted to cry, all i did was want to cry, save them all, why cant they live with me. Because they only have one third of their fucking kidneys and they would have a horrible life. Oh yeah, logic, gotta hate that. Back to the original rant....i see them die and it doesnt bother me...i pick them up and carry them, but i wear my gloves and i dont feel them. They are objects that i'm moving from point B, detached from the situation. What the fuck is happening to me. When did i just stop carrying about life. To be honest, when did i stop pretending. I'm going to be whoever you want me to be, whenever you want me there, but just know you never saw me. You saw what i wanted you to see.
School....i go as often as i can...but i just want to kick her in the stomach, spit in her face, and tell her to fuck off. Which is the general feeling i'm sure everyone has once in a while. I have it everyday, i cant concentrate, and i simple dont know what you are saying. What am i doing here, i'm watching you sit under the tree and i'm envious because the leaves seem to like you more than they like me. Well fuck that, burn down the tree, see who gets the last laugh. I feel bad, i'm burning down fictious trees, i love trees, someone go hug a tree you will feel better about reading this crap. At least we are saving trees by typing our shit on here instead of using paper. Sorry ficticious tree...there are casualties.
School....i go as often as i can...but i just want to kick her in the stomach, spit in her face, and tell her to fuck off. Which is the general feeling i'm sure everyone has once in a while. I have it everyday, i cant concentrate, and i simple dont know what you are saying. What am i doing here, i'm watching you sit under the tree and i'm envious because the leaves seem to like you more than they like me. Well fuck that, burn down the tree, see who gets the last laugh. I feel bad, i'm burning down fictious trees, i love trees, someone go hug a tree you will feel better about reading this crap. At least we are saving trees by typing our shit on here instead of using paper. Sorry ficticious tree...there are casualties.