But you’ve got time.

If orange is the new black, then work is the new prison.
My holidays are almost over. I have cried.
I was having a chat yesterday with my bf, and we came to the conclusion that prison would probably be a better alternative to my job.

I’m not feeling refreshed or any happier about going back.

I’ve got the dread. The, I’m going to cry, pull my hair out and elope dread.

I should just quit. Fuck the bills.

I should..