Fail

I made it all the way to pick up my bipolar supervisor.
I made it all the way downtown to the job.
I made it all the way through the "walk through" (to see if outside doors are locked, etc.)
And then.
Then I couldn't do anymore.
I sat there on my ass and let her check first floor by herself.
And then.
Then I checked out and went home.
I will be paid for one hour tonight.
One hour.
$8.00.
Why do I try?
Why??
It isn't worth it. None of it is worth it.
And so, I am home tonight.
And that is dangerous.
I'm tired of trying.
I'm tired of failing.
I'm tired of living.
I'm tired...just tired...
Fail.
Game Over.