Work eat sleep repeat.

Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat.

It’s the cycle of the American dream.

Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat. Work eat sleep repeat.

Anyone who objects is ungrateful.

Your problems are not valid.

There is no time for your depression, there is work to be done, deadlines to be met.

“It’s not about the money” your boss says as he drives away in his Cadillac. Your rent just went up and you can no longer afford to eat.

Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat. Work sleep repeat.

You don’t know why you keep going, but you do.

Rent goes up again, you need to work a second job. Exhausted, frustrated, depressed, but you have no choice. It’s this, or death.

You, a creative and intelligent human, are being rented for less than the price of a parking space.

You spend all day being exploited and all night rolling in bed, thinking, trying to figure out where you went wrong, why this is what has come of your existence.

Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat. Work repeat.