Just feel like I bother everybody so I give up.

Life is about postponing the inevitable. The inevitable is ultimately death. And everyone gets that in the end.

What is the point? Someone should write a book.

Working a 12 hour shift. Not ready for this.

Why? People expect me to pour out my feelings but when they are upset they just ignore me. What a great relationship. -.-

And now I'm single. I don't understand people. Is the world gonna blow up yet?

Work is slow. Want food. O.o