ʜ ᴇ ᴏ ʟ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ

I think my work is trying to slowly kill me on the inside. Seriously, I don't deserve this shit. I was nearly in tears after the end of my five hour shift rolled around at 9.30 - I've never felt so mentally exhausted and fed up in all my life.

It's not fair, why do I have to bear the brunt of so many horrible and cold customers? It just makes me hate this town so much more, I can't wait to get out of it. I don't deserve to be treated like this.

I was so fed up, I was just like "Fuck it," and as soon as I got home and pulled out my own meal onto a plate I cracked open the bottle of wine I've been keeping for a few weeks and slowly got pissed. Ahh, good times.

I didn't drink the full bottle, there's maybe enough left for... one glass? ahaha.

I feel better today, glad I'm not working tonight.