oh how the mighty have fallen.

you told me a job's a job and I have to take it. I have never wanted out more than I did in that moment. I understand a job is a job, but I have a job. Yes it pays shit and yes often I get frustrated with it and yes I understand that you're the one I talk to about it and complain about it but you clearly don't know me very well, if you can stand there and say that to me.

I feel like I've failed and to me it seems like you don't even care. I've lost so much already, and now I feel like I'm going backwards constantly. I'm not 15 years old, but thats exactly how I feel right now.