I’m stuck working a job I hate, 9 hours a day, 5 days a week. It’s EXACTLY what I was trying not to do. Every day there, I am constantly undermined and reminded of how expendable I am, and it is honest to god breaking my spirit. I spend all week looking forward to the weekend then I’m too tired to do anything with my time off. And since my best friend moved away on Monday I don’t have much to distract me from that fact anymore. This isn’t what I moved to Bristol for, if anything I’m even further from where I wanted to be than when I lived back in Devon.
Is this what life is like? I really fucking hope not.
