This place is nice. Its the only place I can let out the s*** that I feel makes me utterly weak. My exhaustion. My depression. I’ve been avoiding that word. I hate that word. It just f****** irks me. I hate the word depressed like I hate tears like I hate sad. I hate tired. I hate unhappy. I hate homeless. I hate unemployed but I hate my job. My boss is a meth head. Her family’s full of meth. I hate meth. I hate people who use it. I cant stand my job. Im tired of needing it. I wish a stupid gas station would hire me because Id get paid more doing that than taking care of this old lady getting 50$ for 12 hours. everything is b*******. its all b*******. I love my baby but Im so tired and my fiances so tired and I cant help it. Ik he works more but Im so damn tired. Im just tired. I hate tired