I fucking HATE taking annual leave so much. I've not actually felt anything or had any "fun" or "rest" for days, I feel awful both physically and mentally with zero momentum and will probably return to work feeling worse off for it. I hate my job too, but at least it makes fun things feel a bit fun afterwards. There's a million activities I could do right now but I've spent most of this week slouched on the side of my bed staring out the window whilst cradling my face in my hands. There's so many horrible things I want to say to the few who care about me but I can never say them, and I never will. People think I'm good and mature but I'm full of bitterness and hatred for all things, I'm like one of those edgy absolutist teenagers but without any of the self-assured cockiness. I've saved over £90k on minimum wage through this humiliating, cowardly, empty lifestyle of mine. Was any of it really worth it? The irony of it all is that I have a fairly easy and simple life all things considered, and I can't even cope on that difficulty level. I've been whining on GIOYC about my life like a little bitch for maybe six years now, do you ever learn to cope?