Do you ever feel like every day is just the same?
The new working week dawns and one is wishing for the end of the week. The work never changes, the routine never wavers. It is the same drudgery day-in and day-out. As one day seeps into the next you just wish your life away. Before you know it years have passed, and you feel so very tired.
The increasing stress and worry culminates in feelings of self-hatred and a lack of any personal worth. There is never enough time; oh there is just not enough time.
When it gets to the weekend, it is exactly the same as every other weekend. Then it is over and you are left with a drunken paranoia and disappointment over lost opportunities.
Something needs to change before something gives.
It will soon.
Still, at least I’m not French . . . or ginger . . . or both.
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You’ve just managed to offend all the ginger French people in the world.
No wonder you get paranoid.
(Hehehe. Les gingeres.)
I wish to issue a heartfelt apology to all French ginger people. I am so sorry.