I haven't killed myself yet but I might kill some other people, so look for me on the news.
I'm going to start keeping a calendar of all the days that I spend crying. So today is day four. I cried Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Like 4 times each day. Today I finally went to talk to my manager about how I hate my job. He convinced me not to quit and told me to go home for the rest of the day. The thing that sucks: I unfortunately have to go back tomorrow.
The only thing cheering me up at this point is that every night there are super loud tree frogs ribbiting outside my windows and it is funny. For now. Chrissy would like it.
Well, I have nothing else to complain about so I shall bid you adieu.