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I don't know why I keep writing it, most people hate my writing. The ones who are supposed to love it are dead. I think... I think I'm just writing it all down so I can get it off my chest, because carrying all this around would be too overwhelming. It's still pretty overwhelming to me as it is, but at least through writing, I can sort out my thoughts a little better. Makes it easier to deal with. Maybe I just want to get all of this out of my head. Most of this stuff I never tell anyone, I don't think anyone would really care anyway. The only reason why I'm writing this is probably that no one is likely to read it, so I can speak as honestly as I want. The job was stress-free. Drove the guy to some rich asshole's house, then had to wait around for five hours before he got back out. Didn't even have to talk to him, he preferred to sit in his seat and stare at the walls. At least he tipped me generously. Now I'm back at my apartment and I don't know what to do with myself.