great news this afternoon. apparently i don't need to come to work anymore, just because there's "a lot of girls this summer and we are not satisfied with you".
so much on doing all the things i wanted to do, such things involving money. like buying a hookah, saving some money for the master of rock festival, playing a lot more of eight-ball, and just generally enjoying the fact taht i have a steady income.
mind you, they can stuff the money up their asses, but my self-esteem is on the floor again after working on it for two years straight. looks like i'm really screwed without Ten. i just feel downright useless and abused on the top, because my friends tend to get abusive nowadays. which results into more escapism and more planning of suicide and such things. and not wanting to get up in the morning, which is quite bad for me.
it can be summed up in one sentence: i hate when people throw sticks under my feet, if you get what i mean.
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