push through this, because it's not the end of the world

I’m leaving my job. I can’t work with a bunch of ass holes anymore. It was a shit job anyway. But now I will haveno money, no future. It’s not how I imagined my life to be. This goal’s on hiatus

god, this constant feeling of failure is never ending. Why can’t I just have a happy life, like most people. Is it so much to ask for a good job, good friends, and to be happy with myself? Obviously it is.

I will get through this, I will get through this, I will get through this…