All I do is work. Six or seven days a week for weeks at a time. There is no joy, no innocence, no happiness, no free time. Only stress and work. Endlessly. Forever. I sometimes think what if I just got in a horrible car accident on the highway and that was it. Would I even care? What am I living for? To wake up and work more?
All I do is work. Six or seven days a week for weeks at a time. There is no joy, no innocence, no happiness, no free time. Only stress and work. Endlessly. Forever. I sometimes think what if I just got in a horrible car accident on the highway and that was it. Would I even care? What am I living for? To wake up and work more?