Nothing... Nothing at all

Ever since I got this part-time job I realized I've lost any creative notions in my head. I use to have interesting things to say or would write more, but I feel like there's nothing there.

Maybe this is why our parents became like, well, parents. They work everyday 9-5, came home made dinner for us and went to sleep. That was their routine for their children. I use to think my parents were very boring. I could never imagine them as children or a reckless teenagers. But I guess working does that to you. It makes you loose yourself. Your identity. You are no longer a person, you are a worker with all these responsibilities.

Bunk That!!!

I'm going to quit this job in another week or so, right after I get two checks, or maybe three. I can't sacrifice my soul for money.

Right?

It's like Camille is slowly disappearing.