Over 6 months. I’m super beat. Make that more like a year and 6 months. This job has its perks but shit gets tiring fast. Literally I’m over it the next day and I just go through the motions and make sure everything is taken care of.
Ah. There we go. I don't like this job. Figured it out.
Pretty sure I get hung up on the small shit and tell myself that “They need me." Who am I joking.
I think a part of me died when I decided to quit halfway through and move back to Cali. I’m nowhere close to where I was before. I don’t mean I want to go to the past (sure I reminisce), but to that state of mind.
I literally can’t talk to somebody now without feeling some sort of anxiety attack of some sort for no apparent reason. Why the fuck did I study Psych anyhow, I pretty much just over-analyze myself.
Now I get One week for some Philly and New York flavor.
About fucking time I live again.