Is this really it? Clock in clock out every week day untill I'm fucking dead? I always thought I would get whatever job payed well enough for me to live comfortably and enjoy my hobbies. But I can't, 5/7 of the days I'm alive are ruined because I'm working. I don't even hate my job, I actually really like my job, my boss is great (he mostly just leaves me alone to get on with it) I really like my colleagues, and the work is easy. But is this it? Most of my life wasted staring at a screen covered in random shit I don't give a fuck about so that me and my fiancé can spend a few hours divided between truly enjoying eachothers company, and our hobbies. I want to be creative, I want to write, I want to make things with my hands, I want to feel like a human instead of a machine. This world is fucking miserable.