(^_−)−☆sooooo guyssss

don’t get me wrong—I sometimes love mornings. The morning sun? Gorgeous. Being outside? Amazing, theoretically.But what if—stay with me here—my bed was outside? But like, in a way that’s perfect? Not too bright. Not too hot. Absolutely no bugs. Maybe a handful of personally approved humans. And everything I want is just… there. If that were the case? I’d go outside every day.But guess what? Reality sucks. Because I have a job. And I hate it. I get up at 6AM like some kind of Dickensian orphan, and by the time I get off at 1PM, I have nothing left to give. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to be perceived. And my coworkers? Absolutely insufferable. Except for one girl—she’s chill. But the rest? I don’t even think I’m myselfaround them. I clock in, and suddenly, I’m just an NPC in my own life.So should I quit? Be so real with me. Because if I have to listen to one more coworker’s stupid little voice talking about whatever mundane nonsense they talk about, I might just detach from reality entirely. Also, I love to write and if I could get a job in writing, I would trust me, but I don’t know where to start and I love punctuation and if you’re not early than you’re late and technically, I’m always early because I usually get there 10 to 15 minutes early but for some odd reason people don’t like when I get there early like are you serious? I’m doing my job and you have a problem anyway good night guys (>^ω^<)