we get there in the end

[the_female_form]

How sad is our existence

that we stay up late to avoid our jobs only to be thwarted by them in the morning. Avoidance through alcohol and cigarettes and terrible mornings because of them. Mornings we blame on our jobs. Jobs we hate and lives we hate and nothing gained by either. The never ending cycle of self hatred and job hatred.

So upsetting that it's over so quickly