After spending most of the afternoon in the fetal position in the corner of my bedroom, I'm pretty much back to saneland - as much as I ever was, anway. I just don't know how much longer I can deal with this job. It shouldn't be this stressful; it's retail for god's sake. I'm definetly stepping up the jobhunt though. I'm expanding it to pretty much everything. This is just effecting my life too much. I feel like my friends are bored with me because all i talk about is work, and I hate that. And I hate that it's all I think about anymore. I just don't know what to do. Why isn't there a "Life for dummies" book?
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