I have been working the grave yard shift for the past three years and have hated it since the day I got hired. Most weekends I'm at work. Most of my nights I'm at work. My youth is being wasted at work. I don't remember if choosing to be a nurse was my idea or put upon me from my parents. What I do know is this sick feeling I'm constantly having. A hopeless feeling. Each night I'm resenting my job, my family, my choices, my life. The longer I stay at this job the more likely I'm never going to leave it. That's what scares me the most. I was only suppose to stay 6 months and get a better job. When will I get the energy or encouragement to get the fuck out of there?
3:27 a.m. - August 25, 2014
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