Elucidating Questions

Well I don’t want to live, again

And all is right with the world now, right?

Smashed back down to the place I belong

Awful customers

Awful bus morning

I felt sick and wanted to call in but I’m not allowed anymore

So I just suffered all day while the precious business brought in thousands of which I’ll see like $50

Yeah this trade off is so worth it

I just have to suffer in silence for the precious business

And I’m so done playing friendly with the managers

All they want is for me to suffer

They’re getting what they want

I want all of them to develop this disease

Every single fucking one

Then enjoy as the world just fucks with you for fun

If it’s not that bad then it doesn’t matter if they develop it right?

If I’m just making it up?

Who cares who gets sick if it’s all just pretend?

Maybe that witch will get long COVID like she deserves

My bullshit tolerance is at an all time low

Fucking cis ass cissies coming up to me and asking if this toddlers clothing is for a boy or girl

I don’t give a fucking shit it’s a baby

People pulling shit like “you’re telling me the tax is $8?” When I haven’t even finished totalling the order and I didn’t fucking tell her shit all

Demanding discounts that are already on the product

Listening like fucking lemmings

I’m in so much pain I just wanted to cry

In fact I did, on my break and immediately after clocking out

And now I’m out of weed

Fucking fantastic

I needed this

Just absolutely everything pushing every button

I want to scream

I want Death to come get me and bring me somewhere better than this

Take me to the place my piggies are

What’s the point?

Of working until I’m crying from pain?

For $50?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just kill me now

I don’t even know which me I am right now

Somebody send me $40 for weed?

Fuck

Right back to begging for my needs to be met

It’s not a gentle sunlight when all it illuminates is pain and suffering

I just want to go somewhere quiet and stop existing