You ever have that feeling, deep down inside of you, that if you don't work you will almost certainly kill yourself?
Like you can't have a purpose in life at all, unless one is given to you?
I feel like I need work.
I'm not happy about it.
I wish I could enjoy leisure like other people.
But here I am.
I never wanted this.
I didn't ask for this.
But work doesn't even fill the void anymore.
What the fuck does?
I can think of a few syllables that might fill it.
The bad words.
You ever have that feeling, deep down inside of you, that if you don't work you will almost certainly kill yourself?
No, but going to work and making others rich from my labor, supporting all manner of atrocity through my taxes and making peanuts myself has often made me consider suicide. I'd never do that, but I considered other things too, things that might have the same result, or at least end in my imprisonment.
Sadly, after a few recent years of avoiding work I am now faced with having to return to the grind.
Edit:
Also sadly, the things that would currently fill the void for me require some capitol to get started. Well, I can start, already have. But I lack the tools to have a proper go at it.
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