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And then I finally get here, after beating myself up for an hour long drive, and nothings even started yet, no one's working at all. So, obviously it just doesn't matter half of the time.Every single day I keep oversleeping. And I just wake up fucking furious. I can't sleep, can't do shit. I hate my fucking life, nothing will ever just work the fuck out. I don't know why I try or care at all, no one's coming, why do I even expend any effort. I could work 70 hours every week and not have money on Monday. What's the fucking point.
Idk why I strive to be perfect in a world that wouldn't notice if I died tomorrow. My nervous system is just primed for hate and discomfort.