Nuts

Amazing what job dissatisfaction can do to ones psyche.

I am on the verge of growing nuts. I am earning (or technically earning) a lot of money in this job, but I still loathe it to pieces.

My mind feels like it's being sucked into a wormhole of stupidty and frustration. The funny part is, I know exactly what to do with it, I'm just fucking guilty to move.

I hate having to inconvenience people. Someone once stepped on my toe and bled for a good fifteen minutes but I still didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause a fuss at the party. Just the way I am.

But really, this is ridiculous. I don't care how much I earn now, I feel like it's either go nuts or get out of this job. It's ridiculous. It's not worth it.