Wordless Wednesday yesterday must have been an indication of how I'd feel by the end of the day.
I give much and ask for little. I never say no and accept that as a fault.
Why do I have to be made to feel afraid?
Afraid that my security is in question.
I do my job. Why isn't that good enough.
I feel alone and yet want to be alone.
I think I've said enough and still there's more to say.
There will be no more enjoyment at work thanks to the
I hate my job today, and I've hated it all my life. Don't make the mistake of making a career out of a job you hate, even if you're good at it.