I will not be broken.

YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME 
YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME 
FUCK YOU ALL. 

Third layoff. Every single full-time job I've had, I've lost. 

I've never liked life very much and I often wonder why I was even born here. I don't feel like I've done much. I don't really enjoy it. I love what I do, sure, but the sadness is always there. I don't like the scaffolding. And when something like this happens, it's very easy to spiral into those old, comforting thoughts that i've had ever since I was a teen. They came up countless times then. They came up again when Sling laid me off. And then again when DreamWorks laid me off. What's the point? What if I just gave up? Threw in the towel? Fuck this world, I've always hated it, I never asked to be born. 


Under the arches of moonlight and sky,

Suddenly easy to contemplate, why? 

Why live a life

That's painted with pity and sadness and strife? 

Why dream a dream 

That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother bothering,

Just for a poem and another sad song to sing? 


But no. 

they will not break me. 

I will not give them the ending that they want. 

I will become better at what I do than every single fucking one of them even if it destroys me. 

YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME 

YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME 

FUCK YOU ALL 

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