I just realised my purpose in life.
Labour, nothing more. I exist only to work until my body breaks, so I can be discarded and replaced by someone just like me.
I guess I've fulfilled my purpose then, and it's left me fucked up beyond repair.
I was wondering when working was going to finally break me.
Muscle and nerve injuries in left arm (possibly permanent), loss of strength in right arm. My body eats itself to survive now.
I was wondering when working was going to finally break me.
Muscle and nerve injuries in left arm (possibly permanent), loss of strength in right arm. My body eats itself to survive now.