One Thousand & Fifty Four
Theme: Work
Nothing to report, as usual. Literally same shit different day. The only interesting thing that happened was that I got to talk to an ex-prison officer. He seemed dead sweet to be fair. He was just saying that it isn't a job worth doing. In a way, I don't think I'd get to be a prison officer anyway due to my epilepsy. I'm okay with that, I can accept that. I'll just continue working with mental health straight up. I only wanted to work in the prison's for the mental health side of thing's anyway. I think I'm born to work with people. Every job I want to do, always involves helping someone. Even though, I really cant stand people.
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