Ok, breathe in and out and whatever
Dancing around machines, oven and crowded small warehouse room is a fucking nightmare fuel for my brain
Also shuffling between large amounts of tasks with numbers....
I know there's no point for wrestling with main warehouse..........
Thanks to my ranting about queue I didn't forgot to make a note in my work schedule.
I'm definitely overworking but it gives me more pleasure than rotting in bed with laptop
Heya, I'm back!
I'm still alive but move on fluoxetin with coffee and nicotine
Still can't talk much about my work and shit around it
So, how do you do my little fellas?
This constant anxiety about my own life and security (because of my work) making me more aggressive than usual
Sometimes I think I can't take this anymore but try to seal my «real(¿)» self into small container and bury it in the depths of the forest
I know I should change many things in my life to feel better but... I'm afraid to take even a smallest step to it
Afraid to change my diet because of past expirience of eds
Afraid to change my daily routine
Afraid to try smth new
I think it's OK to start small fight between neighbours and us just because they don't wanna talk before complain to landlord :))))))
I can feel my rising malicious urge