I really hate my coworker today. 

I was actually doing okay. I’ve been so tired lately, due partially to the fact that I haven’t been sleeping well but partially because it took me so long to recover from the week he was gone. And now he’s missing work again and expects me to do his work for him. 

Every single Monday I have to stay two hours late just to get my work done. And now I may have to do it again on Friday. 

My morning work will double and I won’t be able to get as much done before Monday, which means my Monday is going to be a million times worse. 

I want to die and he doesn’t give a crap. The only one whose problems matter are his. 

My job isn’t honestly that bad, but i have so little energy that I dread going. And this place doesn’t feel like home because I’m not unpacked which stresses me out, but I’m so tired that when I get home I don’t unpack. I’m so tired. I’m tired of coming home to an apartment full of boxes. I’m tired of never getting to see the night time. I’m tired of getting up just before dawn. I’m tired of all the stupid noises he makes. I’m tired of my neighbors screaming at each other. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of my family ignoring the fact that I’m barely holding it together. 

I don’t want to want to die anymore.