Endless ..... R ..... work

Work..... The only way to survive in this ugly world "if you dont work, you dont eat" a simple philosophy thats be forced upon me probably since the moment i began to stand on my own two feet..... Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became days, days became months,months became years.... Its already been 11 years now.... And feel just as tired as ever..... Although its not that i entirely dislike work cause i can accept that work is a matter of life and cant be avoided..... To be honest i find myself more angry with my job because of ALL the things i had to give up, all the things i cant have. I think to myself was things always this difficult? Was it always this depressing? Was it always this stressful? Was it always this sad? Was it always this lonely? Its been 5 years now...... So.... How are you? Where are you? I cant cook like the way i used to anymore...... I cant sing those songs anymore .... I realised that i cant do anything anymore since that day you died.....I still cant forget...