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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