Too fucking fed up

Have found a new job (finally) and they actually very much pursued me so I feel rather suspicious if I can live up to their expectations. I k n o w that it will be very hard for me. 8 hours typing, and typing and typing... Well, we'll see.

It is for quite a long while now already that I am asking silently, in myself, to let this torture called life stop. I won't take my life but am waiting for it to be over. My life is filled with bad-luck and living up  to other people's expectations (which, I have discovered, is impossible anyway). I suffer. And, I don't want to suffer anymore. I wish it would all be over. That I'd finally move over to the 'eternal resting period'.