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Every day is exactly the fucking same what’s the point

Go to work come home too tired to do anything other than watch tv and pass out on the couch after a few hours. What a great fucking life my parents have left for me. I'm so utterly grateful for the opportunity to serve billionaires for 8 hours a day every fucking day including weekends, for a paycheck that is gone before the weekend. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to maybe not starve to death. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to go into medical debt the rest of my fucking life every fucking day. I'm so fucking sick of this shit. What's even the fucking point


Go to work come home too tired to do anything other than watch tv and pass out on the couch after a few hours. What a great fucking life my parents have left for me. I'm so utterly grateful for the opportunity to serve billionaires for 8 hours a day every fucking day including weekends, for a paycheck that is gone before the weekend. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to maybe not starve to death. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to go into medical debt the rest of my fucking life every fucking day. I'm so fucking sick of this shit. What's even the fucking point

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