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tired.
working too many doubles/seven days a week. still can't sleep, though. i'm averaging about three hours a night, if i'm lucky.
got some weird shit going on with one of my managers at one of my jobs. some super flirt/sexual tension thing going on that is not possibly going to happen. lots of drama. haven't seen my girl in over a week which is really frustrating. don't quite know what to say about the whole situation.
hungry, angry, lonely, tired.
story of my life.
the main bread winner of the house just lost his job. i'm thinking about getting a third.
"stress = character"
y'know sometimes...
...sometimes i get so tired...
...i can't eat. i can't sleep.
sometimes...pressure builds and builds...
...seems like there's no release.
things i see each day
no one notices my sorrow
fill my eyes with horror.
anger
guilt
frustration
and depression
make waking up every day harder and harder
i work my fingers to the bone just to survive
i gotta get money
so i can breathe, eat, and live in this society...
...I DON'T EVEN LIKE MONEY,
but i've gotta work every day just to feed myself
GOD, IT MAKES ME SICK.
I JUST WANT TO CURL UP INTO A HOLE AND DIE.
this isn't worth it.
i need a raise, man.
i can't survive on this pay anymore.
i'm hungry,
and i'm frustrated,
and i can't eat, dammit.
i've been to hell
but i have seen no hell,
no thoughts,
no lunch,
no raise...
...you don't care,
you don't love me,
i only love myself.
no one will love me
like i love me.
working too many doubles/seven days a week. still can't sleep, though. i'm averaging about three hours a night, if i'm lucky.
got some weird shit going on with one of my managers at one of my jobs. some super flirt/sexual tension thing going on that is not possibly going to happen. lots of drama. haven't seen my girl in over a week which is really frustrating. don't quite know what to say about the whole situation.
hungry, angry, lonely, tired.
story of my life.
the main bread winner of the house just lost his job. i'm thinking about getting a third.
"stress = character"
y'know sometimes...
...sometimes i get so tired...
...i can't eat. i can't sleep.
sometimes...pressure builds and builds...
...seems like there's no release.
things i see each day
no one notices my sorrow
fill my eyes with horror.
anger
guilt
frustration
and depression
make waking up every day harder and harder
i work my fingers to the bone just to survive
i gotta get money
so i can breathe, eat, and live in this society...
...I DON'T EVEN LIKE MONEY,
but i've gotta work every day just to feed myself
GOD, IT MAKES ME SICK.
I JUST WANT TO CURL UP INTO A HOLE AND DIE.
this isn't worth it.
i need a raise, man.
i can't survive on this pay anymore.
i'm hungry,
and i'm frustrated,
and i can't eat, dammit.
i've been to hell
but i have seen no hell,
no thoughts,
no lunch,
no raise...
...you don't care,
you don't love me,
i only love myself.
no one will love me
like i love me.