Personal Hell
I'm in it. I'm living it. I worked 12 hours today. I'm exhausted. At the Lodge they played the entire soundtrack to Phantom of the Opera...every note stung at my heart like tiny daggers. It must have been some cruel joke. I must be dead. I must have died and gone to some strange Hell of my own creation.
I cried in the bathroom at work. The 16 year old busser that was training me kept saying that my eyes were red. You think? I've been working all day, I've hardly had any sleep, and I kept tearing up everytime I walked into the diningroom to bus a table or fill a glass of water.
Fuck all of this shit and fuck feeling this damn lonely.
I cried in the bathroom at work. The 16 year old busser that was training me kept saying that my eyes were red. You think? I've been working all day, I've hardly had any sleep, and I kept tearing up everytime I walked into the diningroom to bus a table or fill a glass of water.
Fuck all of this shit and fuck feeling this damn lonely.