>>13004913jesus fucking god i hate that i'm this comfortable being a genetic dead end. you know the good thing about lifting stacks of chairs and 8-foot commercialite tables on and off and on and off truck after truck after truck day in and day out is that you don't think about shit. your mind goes blank as the sound of the liftgates whirring and the increasing aches in your shoulder grow. all of the dread of knowing about how your assortment of neuroses have plummeted you to such a humiliating spot financially and romantically and academically and whatever the fuck else is silenced from your internal (and eternal) monologue for every second of your ten-hour shift.
i don't hate anyone. maybe my parents for letting me exist, but even then it's not like they knew any better. i just want to subsist.
