Ventilation

11 hours, that's how long I work everyday. When you go to work at 10 and leave at 9, it really leaves you with the feeling that you have no time for life. I leave work every night in a frantic rush to get home so I can relax, or go out and have fun. This mindset has set me on edge. "Crap, I need to get gas." There goes 10 minutes. "I need to do laundry again already?" There goes some of the few precious moments I have to enjoy. I haven't even folded laundry in months. It sits in a pile on my floor because I don't want to take the 20 minutes it will take me to fold them, because that takes away from my few moments I have for myself. I've become lazy and that's the worst part. I'm lazy because I don't want to spend the sliver of "me time" doing anything, except what I want to do.
My phone rings, it's a friend of mine. "Nope, sorry man I can't come, I'm working." It's the same thing every time. I'm sick of it. I'm 23, I should be out with friends and meeting girls, but I'm not, I'm here, at work. Thankfully, God has blessed me with a family I cannot describe with words. They aren't perfect, but they are perfect to me. Thanks to them and some great friends I am truly happy, without them I'd probably be walking across America, like Peter Jenkins.
Happiness is what you make it. You can choose to be happy no matter what the situation in life, or you can choose to be miserable. Work has me teetering on the edge, it's pushing me toward misery, but prevail, it will not. I am okay now, but things will get better, I will get what I want out of life, especially once I get a job with normal hours.