I hate my life. Everyday I find the urge to give up increasing. My job has taken away all the joy and desire to do anything other than sleep. I want out.
My class held it's ten-year reunion this weekend. I didn't go, partly because of work and partly because I didn't want to be the loser of the class. That was the hardest truth I've ever had to accept. It pretty much guaranteed that I won't be around for the next one.
Fortunately it's the beginning of autumn so maybe I can find a brief respite from the misery for a few months.
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