I’m on my way to work, but I almost lost it sitting at home getting ready. I don’t even hate this job, it’s ok pay and it’s pretty easy, but I just can’t anymore. My rent is late, I’ve got an eviction notice because my roommate isn’t pulling his weight, there’s not much food in the apartment, I can’t spend any money because I have to Uber to work, I hate working but I hate going home. The love of my life lives 9000+ miles away and the idea of going to him is all that keeps me going but I feel so hollow. I can’t ever save money, and I’m getting tired of staring at the back of this 8 Ball. I didn’t cry at my grandmothers funeral, I didn’t cry when I saw my dad laying on the mortuary bed in the hospital two days after my birthday but today I sat in my chair, in my work clothes, and felt it all come up. I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Everything feels so pointless, so empty. I work 50 hours a week, just to spend 2 days at home feeling angry and sad. I just wanted to vent, I needed to get this out somewhere