I can’t help but feel extremely nervous about leaving my job at Kmart. I’ve been there for over a year and have become one of the go to people there. I have really enjoyed working with all of my co-workers. They have made working retail fun, when most of the time it should be awful.

I’ve been thinking to myself over the past three weeks, “What if they don’t accept me at my new job?” What if I’m not good enough for them? These questions make me extremely nervous about going into situations and environments that I am not familiar with.

I am also very anxious about starting my new job. I get to work in a whole different environment that I am unfamiliar with. I will be working with older people, which I am sort of excited about. They always have the best stories and since my grandma passed away earlier this year, I have missed hearing those types of stories. I’m hoping that I have made the right choice at this point in my life, and I hope that I am happier now that I am getting out of retail.

Today marks the day that I am leaving Kmart, my first ever employer, and starting a whole new chapter in my life.

I really don’t think I’m okay though.

I’m not really sure if I’m a good person or not.

I really genuinely try to be nice to people and accept everyone and everything. I let people do their own thing without saying much about it. But I’m not sure if some of the things that I randomly say make me a bad person.

I feel pretty content with my life at this moment in time.

But I always feel like there is something missing.

Oh hey depression


Being a fucking dickhead to a cashier trying to be friendly is just great, isn’t it? 


Being a fucking dickhead to a cashier trying to be friendly is just great, isn’t it? 

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Still don’t know what’s happening.
Still don’t know what I’m doing with my life.
Still nervous and anxious about everything in my future.

I never really know if I’m acting like my true self, or just putting on a mask to fit in with those around me.

We should sign his dick. Everyone sign his dick!

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Not having a best friend is weird

I have so many close friends that I can’t narrow them down to one “best” friend. All of my friends are my best friends.

I still wish I had that person that I could tell anything. That would be a best friend to me. A person you can always go to no matter what the situation is.

I’m not sure where I would be today without any of my closest friends. They have literally kept me sane when I thought nothing else could. They encourage me to go outside of my comfort zone and try new things. They never cease to amaze me with the things they do and the things that they will put up with.

I’m so unbelievably happy that I have a group of people that care so much about one another that we would literally drop what we are doing to be there for them.

They all went out of their way to buy me a cigar humidor, cutter, and lighter for my birthday. I wasn’t expecting that at all, and when they gave it to me it was the happiest I felt in quite a long time. To have friends that can make you feel like that sure is a great thing.

I have the greatest friends in the world, and I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything in the world.

I think I should tell people how I feel most of the time.

Then I think like Nahh who really cares how I feel. I’m just some dude that should quit complaining about stuff in life that no one cares about.

The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.

Beau Taplin (via herekitty)

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