Finally, getting a real full time job was supposed to save me. to give me meaning, worthiness, money to go living on my own, to do and have more, to feel better…

instead its killing me. it makes me hate life more than before.

i know it may sound childish, but i dont want a job, i dont want to have duties, and i dont even want to live like everyone else.

i actually dont want to live….

so…. job or not, final point is still this. i dont want to live.

is there a way i still cant see, that job can actually save me?

what do i do with it?