Some days my job isn’t so bad but I hate the shit out of my boss and if I ever quit my job it will 100% be because of him.
Thinking about spending adult style money on clothes but then I realize I work 6 days a week and wear gym clothes about 15 hours a week. When would I even have time to wear this 180 dollar shirt
I’m going to bake Keto bread and eat sandwiches and cheese chips and sugar free pudding and have like 5000 calories tonight and get leaner so fuck u
From what do you draw satisfaction? What gives your life meaning?
This whole shitstorm nightmare of a weekend better be worth it. Fuck.
Sometimes I want to kill myself and everyone around me I’ve worked to many days in a row