Bored
I'm bored, tired of this. Going through my notes, the notes nobody believes, as I wait to get home. I wonder, I wonder why I even chose this stupid job. "To help people!", a younger me would say, sitting in the interviewers office. What a joke. I'm not helping anyone. Those things still keep hurting people. Those things keep killing people. And yet? Nobody believes me, nobody believes anyone. This is bullshit.
Absolute.