The fact we live in a world where you gotta work to survive is physically insane to me. I get having a job keeps you grounded and all that bullshit, I don't care. I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna go, and most importantly, FUCK YALL. And I'm not being lazy, I swear If I found myself a well-paying job that didn't make me want to kill myself every morning, then yes, I wouldn't be complaining as much. But until then, everybody is about to feel my wrath.