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2011-01-27 04:11:36 ET
I'm becoming more emotionally and mentally drained by the second. This 40 hour work week, 2 hours daily commute rountrip, and 16 credit hours is kicking my ass. The kicker is no one seems to give a fuck.
The best metaphor I've got is a finger of the interstate that I live nearby have both a North and South ramp. North points me in the direction of getting to work. South points me in the direction of the Sky Way Bridge which I'm starting to fantasize about jumping off of to break the cycle. That was just melodrama dears.
I text the boyfriend about this, he doesn't bother texting back. He has today off, he's up, and probably has his phone right next to him. Gee, really? I mean so little to you that I don't even deserve a reply, thanks. I mean seriously, do you guys really text people if you don't expect a reply? I know I don't. If I wanted a monologue I'd write here or something... which I guess is what I'm doing. |
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