When it's bad, it's really bad.
There's just no point. I work at a job where I'm the designated moron to almost pay bills...no more, actually a bit less. So in my 'free' time, I work another job full of hypocrites that I don't especially enjoy to try and make ends meet. My reward? In another 50 years or so I'll get to die. Alone and unmissed.
I'd go now, if it weren't for Erik. What his death did to my parents made me promise not to go. So I'm stuck here while he gets relief. Bastard. I hate it here.
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