For any amount of money. $15 an hour, what people wish was the minimum, let’s start there. I’d rather be fucking dead. 9-5 for double that, that doesn’t even work for me. I don’t need toys. I don’t want a bunch of money. The stuff does not make me happy. I like creating, and making art. Money allows me to pay the bills where I can do that without worrying, and gives me supplies, but who fucking cares? I’ll create art with mud and make music with rubber bands if I have to.
Life sucks. We can’t change it. I’m at the end with all this shit. Winter is freezing, summer is boiling, and every morning I have to wake up it’s dark. And I get two hours to myself, and I have to do chores in my free time. Dishes done, laundry? Better watch an episode of some stupid show and go to sleep. I’m over it.