One Thousand Seven Hundred & Fifteen
Theme: Nightshift
Boring nightshift. Nothing happened. Same old, same old. BLAH BLAH BLAH. You just go round and round in circles with some people. I've found that I've lost all empathy at work. I don't know who I am at work. I just look at some people and think, I've been through so much more and I'm on the other side (well, just about).
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