30 more years of this?

I hope there is an alternative from spending another 30 years working in finance with various assortments of gobshites, in the hope that you can provide for some fucking kid that will resent you until it is as at least 25, and a wife that can barely stand to be in the same room as you. All the while hoping the fuckwits in charge of this country don’t fuck things up so that we go from Netflix and chilling to a Mad Max without the thrills post-apocalyptic society. If that is all there is to life then genuinely I’m running a hot bath and getting the razor blades out. Fuck this shit.

 
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