honestly

i dont really enjoy life much anymore, a little more than half of the time.
yeah, i have a lot of things, but i'm not a happy person.
at least not as happy as i was before.
the more i think about it the more i hate my life.
the more i dislike who i've become.



hahaha, that's why i love work, because it's a different world from the real one.
where all i gotta focus on is cooking and cleaning.
it's my fucking sanctuary from everyone else's bullshit.
i dont have to worry about anything until my work day is over.







even if this is venting, i'm disliking my life more and more just by writing this.
i know its all in my head
but i can't help it.