Roadkillthefox - Roadkill

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It’s me (I’m one of the bone collectors he’s texting)

I’m getting so sick of my job. The early mornings, the physical labor, the fact that even though I’m surrounded by people at work, I still feel totally alone. No one there can see it, but the job is killing me. All the caffeine in the world won’t make me any less tired.

I spend all of my energy at work, so when I get home, even if I have any creative ideas of something I want to do, I simply don’t have the energy to do anything. It’s all I can do to shower and lay down for the rest of the day. Get barely any sleep, get up at six the next morning. Day after day. I’m not meant for this. I don’t know what I really want out of life, but maybe if I gave myself any time to think about the future, I’d have at least a vague idea.

My cockatiel, Stormchaser, doesn’t know her own name. However, she does look at me when I say “bird.” I couldn’t see her, so I went, “bird?” from across the room, and she looked up and made a cute noise in response. I love her so much. My little feathery baby.

When I refer to “my daughter,” this is who I’m talking about: