Not a pretty place to be

I’m on the edge of breaking down and giving up.
Need to hold in my tears. It might look weird if I start crying in the subway.
I want to die. Woe is me. All of that. And it’s only because of work. Everything else is all fine and sunny. But work is 14 hours a day, the rest is shower, sleep and change of clothes. So really, life IS work. So of course I want it to end.
How much more left until summer break?

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