It’s 4:07 in the morning again. Just woke up from a horribly vivid dream and I’m angry. Life isn’t what it should be.
I have two days left of this job. I’m debating on telling the lady off as to why I’m leaving. Then I think is it necessary? It’s a toxic environment and peoples worth isn’t valued so what’s the point. I’m not here to save anyone. Why do I care who knows the truth. It’s only my reality not theirs.
I’m angry at my boyfriend. He’s often not as sensitive to my feelings of doubt and human emotions as I feel is given in return. I seriously feel like I’m ready to just be alone. But is it the anger talking?
Ultimately this week can’t be over sooner. I keep thinking I’m a day ahead. I have doubts I can do this new job what if it’s the same shit? I want a job I’m seen for my worth. Will I ever be content?