14.06.06
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's quarter to four in the afternoon. i am at work and my client has her hand in her mouth. and she is drooling all over everywhere. i don't like this job. i don't care for these clients like i did at cns. these people are.. dying. i can't better their lives. the ones that don't walk, won't. the ones that don't talk, aren't going to. the ones that can't eat, never will. they are simply waiting to die.
i feel bad for not really caring the way i used to. it's just that i'm unhappy working here. and i just want to be happy where i work like i was at cns. if i could be happy at work, everything would be perfect. completely perfect.
i just want everything to be completely perfect again. but just because they took my job away from me, doesn't ruin anything, like i'm sure they hoped it would. because i've got the love of my life. the girl of my dreams. making my dreams come true. and she is really all i need. all i need.
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