Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

I am so sick of all the stress. The stress of working for someone with the personality of satan. The stress of busting my ass to meet deadlines, and then getting bitched at for something else. The stress of my parents financial situation and the stress of my helplessness to assist them. The stress of getting up in the morning to face people I don't want to be around, and report on events that nobody really gives a flip about. The stress of an endless stretching week, and the stress of not being able to pay my damn bills on time. The stress of worrying about when my editor will blow up over some random stupid bullshit and give me a "talk" loud enough for the whole office to hear. The stress of not being able to quit this place because I don't want to stress my editor out even though she's an uber bitch. The stress of writing a monthly school board report when I don't understand half the shit they are saying because nobody had explained legislation and funding bills and blah blah blah. I just want out. I feel like i'm suffocating, and I can't escape. It's like clostraphobia at work. I'm all a jummble of unenthusiasm and pissed offness to the extent that the ONLY thing I want to do is everyday is take a shower, lay on my bed naked and watch movies while napping off and on throughout the day, and then go see Anthony at night. I know it sounds really irresponsible and lazy but i'm soooo tired of everything. I don't even want to talk to anyone or be around anyone except a very select few. My job is giving me knots and twists in my stomache that I don't like. I think i'm going to smoke a ciggy now. Thanks for reading.