If I could change one thing about my life, it would be my job.
I thought I was working in the right field, and now I don't feel the same.
Waking up is a drag.
There's no excitement.
The people working there hate it too.
And everyday we repeat, repeat, repeat.
Clock in, clock out, go to bed, wake up, and again.
I want to quit.
If my job didn't pay my bills I would be out of there in a heartbeat without looking back.
I want to be like one of those people who loves their job.
How is that even possible?
What does that feel like?
What does that taste like?
Are they lying?
Is it some mythological lie to keep us fools hopeful?
I need a change,
Something different.
Something sporadic.
Anything!
If I could change it all I would pursue acting.
If I could change it all, I would do that.
Wait...who says I can't change it?

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