Im Getting So Sick Of My Job. The Early Mornings, The Physical Labor, The Fact That Even Though Im Surrounded

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.

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I don’t get why people are so shocked when I snap. When I say how I really feel. Like, come on. I never once claimed to be a good person. Not once in my life did I say that I was innocent or sweet. Nor did I try to act like I am.

Stop expecting me to be a good person.

Bitch, I’m not even human.

I’m torn between wanting to just be totally apathetic and wanting to tear everything apart. Burn every bridge.

I genuinely don’t think anyone actually cares about me. It’s just pity when they talk to me. And that makes me even more pissed off. Stop. Trying. To. Be. My. Friend.

I hate you. It’s nothing personal. I hate everyone. Especially that fucking piece of shit I see in the mirror every time I glance at it.

Anytime

can someone come lay on the ground and be sad with me