I'm Done (MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING)

I'm ****ing done with it all. I quit. **** this lameass stupid retarded ******** that is Life. **** it in the *** until it bleeds out its pathetic mouth. I hate my job-- they changed my schedule and it has really screwed with my system. Even though it's only by a half hour, it has ****ed up my sleep schedule in a major way. I hate working at the station where they frequently assign me, because in that part of the pharmacy, we always get screamed at by first shift. We can't do anything right. I am sick of it. I am sick of the pathetic dumbass who has inserted herself into my group of friends/coworkers-- she's very sweet but she is one of the dumbest people I have ever met, and listening to her talk makes me grit my ****ing teeth. I can't sit with my friends at work anymore because she is ALWAYS ****ING THERE and I can't stand her. I am sick of dating-- men are such little ****ing assholes. The most recent guy I chatted with online called me a drug dealer because I work in a pharmacy. Not only is that stupid and unoriginal, but I take a lot of pride in the fact that I help get life-saving meds to people who need them. I told him I was done with him. I am sick of being ghosted by men who seriously need to grow a pair. If you don't think it will work out, tell me. Don't ****ing ghost me and leave me wondering what I did wrong. I am sick of dieting and exercising. I have no real reason to even do it since I don't have any chronic health conditions and I'm not some snotty, superficial little vegan crossfit *****. I'm sick of wearing a mask all the time. I'm sick of people. I'm sick of the weather-- it's winter, so give me some ****ing snow already. I'm sick of everything. **** THIS ****.