Overload at work. Here we go again. Coming home from the office a wreck. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. □ Oh, shut up bitch. You love your job, Miss Thing. Flipping around your grand office being Madame Boss. □ □ It’s true, but I can’t control this despair, this fatigue.
September 23rd, 1982
September 23rd, 1982
September 23rd, 1982
Overload at work. Here we go again. Coming home from the office a wreck. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. □ Oh, shut up bitch. You love your job, Miss Thing. Flipping around your grand office being Madame Boss. □ □ It’s true, but I can’t control this despair, this fatigue.