perhilia

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

i just can't seem to stop. fuck. fuck. fuck, i hate everything. i hate work. i hate ... oh, i think that is the only thing i hate. but fuck do i mother-fuckin-cock-suckin HATE that shit hole. ugh! i keep looking for work but apparently i'm useless or possibly i don't know the right people in this stink hole of a city. and the good lord above knows i ain't gonna leave one shitty job for another 'cause i've been doing that since i was 16 and now i have a degree so i shouldn't have to work some shitty, thankless, minimum wage job.

i guess i just gotta keep on looking. right? stay focus and positive. right? hahaha! what a bunch of lame-o bull shit, which is actually not bull shit at all but what really has gotta happen. unfortunately work is turning me into an evil bitch-monster. i hate myself when i'm there. hmmm... maybe that's grounds for stress leave. hmmm... probably not.

well, i feel a little better now that it's off my chest. not much better, but a little.....
PS-
would it be wrong to wish for the death of my boss so i would no longer have to work there ever again?