beyond done

furious

trapped in a warehouse staring at the fucking by ceiling while everyone is out to lunch

a glorified fucking gopher

not learning

not doing anything but grunt work

starving

five more hours until another fucking bowl of ramen

it’s been a month since i ate different and i’m so tired of it

of all of it

trapped far away but somehow in the same cage

i am lower than low

hating everything

working a job i hate to still have nothing

incapable of effecting change

spinning my wheels in the ambient fucking nothingness that is

at it’s core

all i am worth

when they tell you it is going to be bad

they don’t know the fucking half of it

it is an ever dwindling return in investment

until

you are so emotionally divested from it

you are content to watch it all burn to the ground

not even able to form enough spit to launch into their faces

so pardon me while i check out now

i can’t force myself to give to fucks for anything

piss of world

i’m sick and tired of you today