One Of My Turns

I'm having a really down and depressed day. It's one of those rare days for me where I just want to say, "The fuck with it all. The fuck with my job. The fuck with my life. Fuck it all. I give up. I'm going to sleep and maybe I'll just not wake up in the morning or ever." It scares me when I get to thinking like this. Like I'm just looking forward to that day when I'm dead and I don't have to worry about making ends meet or explaining myself to selfish small-town folk who think life is one big fucking Burger King where they can get it their way and maybe have some onion rings instead of fries, and I'm the guy who's supposed to ask them if they'd like ketchup, salt or pepper.

Yeah, I've got a case of the fucking Mondays. And a foul mouth to boot. Thanks dad.

I guess I should probably just chalk it up to stress and running on four-and-a-half hours of sleep, but when you're in the thick of it you just can't really tell yourself it's something so simple and everything will be okay with a good night's sleep.

Fuck this post. I'm done.