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Bambi I feel so tired as I sit in the shade, waiting for a bus. I look and feel like a mess and I can barely even feel my legs anymore. I had never felt so stressed in my life before. How did I end up jobless? I used to have a good job before. Everything was perfect. And then it got ruined all because of a man. A ducking man. I pull out a bottle of water that I got a while ago and I drink greedily from it. I'm so thirsty and tired. I literally suffered so much all in the name of finding a job and at the end of the day, I came up with nothing. It was not f*****g futile. Everyone keeps coming up with silly and useless excuses about my qualifications. At least even if it were a job as a cashier, I would have managed it. I need to make money. I have just a little cash left with me and mo

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