My job was stressful, life at home was even harder, but making it through without telling anyone was easy enough, for a while. I continued until I couldn't anymore and now I'm a broken toy. When I had quit my job at McDonalds, that's when the ruse was all over. I couldn't keep up a happy face anymore and pretend like everything was fine. It wasn't enough. I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to keep it up for that long. After my last paycheck came in, I went over to the mall and spent it all on stupid shit that I admittedly didnt need. Now it's all lost to time and trash. I'm already a horrible spender with even worse financing issues, so it came to the surprise of no one that i wasted it all in one day. Hair dye, toys, decorative shit for my room, etc.
It's now that I sit here and think to myself in horror, what would I have done if I had kept up my facade? Would it have gotten worse, or would I just be six feet under by now?
