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Ok, so I went back to wal-mart and apologized like any good slave and I was repositioned as a over-night stocker. Tonight was my third night doing it and I can't take it anymore. I told Linda the night-manager how I felt and left work after lunch. I just... don't want to be living. anymore. Everythings been done/said already. The world is on it's last limb and I'm hear working as a cog in a giant machine.
I always thought I was meant for more... I guess we all were.
I always thought I was meant for more... I guess we all were.