ihatework

I hate my mind, the way it forces me to look at things. there is this chirpy happy girl at work, she's is very smart but totally braindead. i wish i was like that. kind of skip through life, watching the butterflies and not really worry about much. but instead, i wonder, why the fuck i have to get out of bed and force myself to this place i dred all so i can buy shit I don't really need and have money for when i'm too old to work so i wont end up out on the street because all the money I give to social security will not be returned. so the next time you ask me to smile more, I tell you to go keep an eye on those butterflies for me...