i just worked 18 hours straight at a mental hospital. with zero breaks.
i had to take 2 of the girls to the mall today, because their families are fucked up & they don't have anyone to come take them to do anything. we were there for THREE hours.
it was pretty fun, considering we were at a fucking mall. shopping with crazy kids is interesting. i caved & bought myself an incredible trench coat in Hell...er, i mean, Hot Topic.
i wanted to die yesterday.
now, i'm just tired. am i wasting an incredible experience on the wrong emotions? what the fuck is going on?
i had to take 2 of the girls to the mall today, because their families are fucked up & they don't have anyone to come take them to do anything. we were there for THREE hours.
it was pretty fun, considering we were at a fucking mall. shopping with crazy kids is interesting. i caved & bought myself an incredible trench coat in Hell...er, i mean, Hot Topic.
i wanted to die yesterday.
now, i'm just tired. am i wasting an incredible experience on the wrong emotions? what the fuck is going on?
your work must be hard, especially when it involves long hours. sometimes i feel like a crazy child and should be in an institution. i think i'd go for it except that i'm worried that i wouldn't like the other crazy people on my block.
i suppose i'll just keep pretending that i'm being successful at making it in the real world