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I’m utterly tired. I am so tired, so fucking tired. Of the money, of their 500000 dollar cars, of me having to deal with the messes they make because they wanna pay us less and less each time, of their smiles and backstabbing, of their idiocy of them thinking they are untouchable. Fuck you, ones who have grown atop a pile of money, fuck you, ones who have given your soul for it. Is there even a truly moral way to earn money nowadays? It’s not my fault that your company’s structural organization is a fucking impersonal money machine that you still think could be more efficient. I am tired of having to make everything look pretty. Sorry to tell you I am a complete mess of an entity. I am your mistakes. I was made to be a tame servant and I will grow up to be your worst nightmare. I won’t give into helplessness. You weren’t even good enough at fucking me up. You cannot control me. I will change the obvious outcome