I'm still alive but things are getting worse.
I mean, they're if you're getting antidepressants from your doc who is really concerned about you. I need to change that job or else.
My friend is still missing, no one knows anything.
I don't even know what am I writing right now.
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I'd want to say "JB's back" but not really.
I have a lot of problems now and dealing with them is so troublesome... Problems is work, in personal life and my friends have problems too.
Too many problems, too little time.
As You know, I have work. But it looks like it's one big shit and we're underpaid and we can't fight for more money. Our "boss" said: you don't like it? Then fuck off.
This situation is so shitty. It makes me feel stressed 24/7.
And there are problems in my house, mostly with mother. Standard.
Also, week ago my friend from History Department just vanished into thin air. They found his backpack on the bridge... We know nothing, I'm so scared.
It's all so ugh... I feel like very stressed and nervous human trash.
I'm not able to do anything, sometimes I just play games and visit tumblr, but I can't draw or write.