Dear diary,
Today was a horrible day. My boss harassed me at work today, and the customers weren't any help either. Some lady had tried to return a blender, but when we were inspecting it it was coated in shit, like she threw it in a bathroom trash bag and forgot it was in there. She was also just a massive bitch overall. I wondered multiple times why I even work there today. Bills. Bills, and a crippling fear of what happens if I introduce more probability into my life than if I had just remained where I was.
At least I'm off tomorrow, I'm probably going to cook spaghetti, maybe chicken alfredo. Something Italian, I've been depressed recently and Italian is my comfort food. . .
I wish the neighbors dog would stop barking, it gets annoying, andthe walls here are really thin. I can hear when my roommate sneezes with my door closed. Or when my other roommate snores. I also wish the neighbors would get a new car that piece of shit is so loud it could wake the dead, not like my fusion. Then again it is new.
I had a major bout of depression in my junior year of highschool, but this. This is just a constant train of emotionless baggage being carried over from one day to the next, to the next, to the next. Until the penultimate day, where I keel over and die, hoping beyond hope that this doesn't carry over into the next life. Whatever that may be. I don't know. All I do know, is that right now life sucks, and yesterday sucked, and tomorrow. Well I can only hope tomorrow will be better, but it probably won't.
I'm going to go to bed, hopefully my dreams will be better than reality.
