Tomorrow is Monday. Another day in that shitty bar I work at as a janitor. I have to wash dishes and clean toilets. I'm 24 years old. I realize I'll never be anything better. I go there at 5 pm and leave at 2 am. Shit country, shit conditions but have no choice. Mom told me she would kick me out if I didn't get a job. After she told my uncle he found this job for me. It's been 2 months and I can't help but wanna rope. I hate being yelled at by this faggot piece of shit manager. Some days around 10 pm I go into bathrooms to clean them and I cry. I have to pick up used up tampons of foids in bathrooms, I have to renew the trash cans.
I hate being alive. I hate having to stand awake for hours and hours. There is a foid who works here also I tried talking to her but she literally ignored me now it's just awkward. But I know she won't ever care because I'm a 5ft5 brown subhuman manlet. All I'm good for is for cleaning other people's piss and shit. I wanna fucking kill myself so bad. I wish I had a gun right now. And I'm not sleeping because I don't wanna wake up but I'll feel like shit tomorrow.
I hate being alive. I hate having to stand awake for hours and hours. There is a foid who works here also I tried talking to her but she literally ignored me now it's just awkward. But I know she won't ever care because I'm a 5ft5 brown subhuman manlet. All I'm good for is for cleaning other people's piss and shit. I wanna fucking kill myself so bad. I wish I had a gun right now. And I'm not sleeping because I don't wanna wake up but I'll feel like shit tomorrow.
