Letters To Myself

Apparently, I enjoy writing to myself as much as I enjoy making odd lists. Weird.

Searching through my Google Drive, I found a letter I wrote from June 15th of 2018. I already did that on this blog, but it was a furious rant after a terrible night at my retail job (funny that since I’ve been in a warehouse, I’ve yet to have days or nights where I wish I was dead to avoid coming; I think not needing to deal with customers and clean until 12am is a large part of that), This one is just as depressing, but more tame. Let’s see what’s changed. Read the rest of this entry »