I don't want to work anymore.
It's not getting me anywhere. I mean, goddamn, I'm barely out of poverty level (just over $13 per hour). And if you're supposed to do something you love, I'm screwed there, too. Everything I'd like to do is free: teach people to read, read to children, work at a museum. Working a a bookstore would be cool, too, but it's just over minimum wage.
Yeah, I know I'm being whiney and selfish. I ought to just be thankful for what I have. And I do have much to be thankful for.
I can't get over the feeling of being an idling car, with the idle stuck too high, I need to be going somewhere.
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