Hey you:
STOP👏 BEING👏MAD AT👏THE👏CAT👏FOR👏BEING 👏A👏CAT👏
I EXPECT TO GET A DOG. SO DON'T RUIN THIS FOR ME. SO HELP ME IF I HAVE TO QUIT MY JOB TO STAY HOME AND MONITOR YOUR ATTITUDE-WE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM. GOT IT? CHILL OUT.
This has been a side note. Join me next time for a new and peculiar chapter. Thank you for reading!
Part II, and no... This has nothing to do with the part I already wrote. I just need to put this somewhere.
I have a bit of a dilemma...
My job is taking over my life. Ires stealing my sanity, taking up most of my time, and not allowing me much sleep. I feel like my mental health is becoming more fragile. And I'm wondering if the pay is really worth all this. I really don't think I'm even qualified for this job... I was pushed into it and I'm like flailing around trying to grasp what the hell it is that is expected of me, and I'm pretty sure I am failing at even that. I'm so tired and I feel like an idiot all the time. How can I properly provide care for 20 purple who need all this extra help, when I can't even (right now) take care of myself? What do I do? Do I stay here in this job, and make enough money to really financially help at the house? Or, do I take care of me and quit this job, so I can sleep... actually be at the house to help out astound the house, but not have an income coming in? Like do you see how stuck I am right now? I am having a terrible time, and I don't know how much longer I can wait and stick it out here, waiting for it to somehow pan out and be alright. I don't know. And no one else seems to know or care. Here's where I should be able to come up with some sort of simile or metaphor or whatever to liken this to, but I'm tired and I know I'm basically talking to myself, so, who cares?
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Inside My Mind
RandomThis is a book that is basically a journal that has been exaggerated. I like to call it a semi-fic. I'll keep adding to it as more happens, but I can't promise a schedule, It just happens when it happens. I don't know if anyone is going to like it...
