Does anyone feel like a robot? The lack of free thought at my employment is staggering, I mean let's not worry about the kids basic nutriotional needs and not have bread or fucking milk in the house, let's send them to school with crusts of bread with some peanut butter because that's so fucking healthy, not to mention almost blatantly illegal given the public school boards no peanut stance, but who cares because i'm only a robot in a cog insert orders, carry them out and go home to spend 8 hours in a dreamless coma, No fucking wonder i had what seemed like heart problems last week, according to chch high stress jobs leads to heart conditions, of course, i'm trying to find the black heart i seem to be lacking, when did i turn into a souless lackey of the establishment, once upon a time all i wanted to do was change the system, no I am fucking contented to just draw a paycheck from it and no longer care, this organization is draining the little that is left of my corrupted soul, I need to make a descion about my future and my feelings soon, and see where it goes.
Current Mood: disillusionment
A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life. He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment. No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.
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