It always feels better once you arrive.

Today I work from 2-8pm and still pretty damn tired from my 8hour yesterday, and it doesn’t matter cause I work 6-midnight tomorrow. Fuck. my. life. I mean, this is exactly what I wanted, a nice job, nice people, good pay and lots of shifts, but it’s hard to get used to something you haven’t done in 8months. At my last job I never got this many shifts and since I haven’t worked since New Years Eve, not for lack of trying, it’s taking it’s toll on me. My body aches, and since it usually does every morning with a headache and backache it’s not getting any easier. I love my work uniform and everybody I work with are complete sweethearts so I can push through with some help but than I come back home and it’s just depressing. I need somebody, a new friend I can share it all with, but I guess I still don’t wanna speak. Instead, I’ll work and work and work my 40hours this week and continue with my 30 or so hours next week. School starts soon which means balancing the two and having even less free time but maybe somewhere in there I’ll find time to trust somebody. You just never know what’s gonna happen these days, but for now, I’ll just keep to myself and continue looking forward to Thursday.