Man I understand why both my parents were alcoholics

Being poor and working shit jobs is terrible, being miserable every single day from work, not being able to sleep because you’re so anxious about work. Having dreams and nightmares about work. Being sore and exhausted constantly on top of the mental strain. And then still, despite GIVING EVERYTHING you have to your job, still being too broke to afford to live. And it’s only worse now than it was then, in the 2000s. Therapy never helps, neither does medication, because they can’t change the world, the economic state of the US, they can’t change my job, they can’t change shit.

I KNOW alcohol doesn’t help and just makes it worse. I’ve seen firsthand what it does to people. However… I don’t want to be in my regular state of mind either, and alcohol has to be the cheapest and most accessible mind-altering substance there is.

Bout to get off work and have some Jim Beam at noon, because what the fuck does it matter anyway