Every day is the same for me. I take my meds for depression. they are working. Meds can't change how a person really is inside or how they feel. I go to work and I try so hard. I am very good at retail, but not so good at auto parts(hint). There is this girl that has been there for ten years. I don't hate her, I need her. I need her knowledge,but she acts like iI can't do anything right. If I do something wrong, she blames it on my hyper personality, which is not fair. Then the five people that work there judge me because they know I went to the hospital for depression. They are always giggling and have inside jokes. I try to ask questions to learn new things,but it still feels the same. They won't let me be a part of their family. I spend they day ignoring them and the store looks awesome, I do everything.I don't like to stand around waiting for the phone to ring, therefore I don't get as much training as I need. I talk to them and tell them how I feel. They are not like me. they don't see things like me, the deeper things, things that matter more or how they will never find any other employee like me again. I have to work, I like my job, but it hurts there. All my meds are working, I am just a different person. Friends are hard to find, because most of the people I meet are shallow and can't understand me. I try so hared. I really hurts
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