I just can’t do this anymore. But I will. I will because it’s not really something I choose to do. I’m in agony all the time. Well, not all the time. Just in my spare time when it’s okay to take my happy teacher act off. I feel so used. Like a w****. According to our company, we’re a customer service agency that also happens to teach. Yeah. So I just bend over all day and let these rich spoiled brats rail me in the a** over and over again. I try so hard to teach them with every ounce of my energy. When I crack down on them to teach them a work ethic so they can actually get something out of what I do, they laugh in my face and go over my head and around my back. I’m such a joke to them. I need so much love at home. I get a lot, but it’s not enough. I go through my days off having waited for this precious time only to find myself in complete despair. Despair doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel. I’m paralyzed to make any choices about what to do. Most of it just takes too much f****** energy that I don’t have. The energy I have left goes to television and laying around being miserable.