I can't leave my house.
I really have no reason to. There's plenty of food. I do have to go to work though...
I hate it. I hate talking to so many people. I hate having to pretend that I care about their lives. I hate having to adopt this lifestyle that's completely vacuous and materialistic. I called in Friday because the weather was evil. I called in Monday faking an illness. I don't want to go anymore. I want it to just stop. Nothing but voices all of the time. Lying to each other. I can't do it.
Money is money. That goes away and it's the mad scramble for survival again. So I have to go back. And exist in what is becoming a daily nightmare.
Hang in there.
This is not the story I want told about me when I'm gone. There's more to me than this.
Oh god I think I'm about to be really stupid.
Posted at 04:31 pm by jinx_me34