Nothing about this is fair
Well, I would've just said I was sick, but that's not allowed. So I quit.
I was gonna write a long drawn out explanation but this is it in a nutshell:
I'm tired. I'm not suicidal. Just tired. Jobs require too much work, too much pressure. So I always quit. I'm kind of enjoying the attention from it. I've been really lonely for months. The fact that random strangers care about me is comforting. All I have is random strangers these days.
I'm going to drink and smoke the day away until I figure out a plan. PS. I've taken up smoking. Newports. I like how it makes me head feel. At least everything that I'm doing is legal. I can always find a silvering lining.
You can't survive in this world if you can't keep a job, right?
This may be a problem for me since I don't want to die, but I can't keep a job. Live under a bridge? Ugh, my parents would be so proud...
Today, I am going to live like I'm living someone else's life.
I'm only 21. Here's hoping I'm here to write a post tomorrow. Raise your glass!
Today is just a bad day, guys. I'm really a lot happier. I promise.