
StarryStarry
Cat Lady
- Oct 25, 2021
- 749
I hate the mornings. I've sat here for six months looking outside at the world. Alienated by lack of a job. I hear the people who do the lawns come on Tuesday every Tuesday I hate it. I hate my life. I want the pain to go away. I have nothing if I don't have a job. That is how I define myself - by a job. Without a job I am NOTHING. I can't talk to anyone else except you all. I'm so sorry I' keep repeating myself. I've now taken to drink myself into not feeling anything. I wish I could just close my eyes and die. I hate my life, I hate myself for being such a failure.