I work Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Come Tuesday night, and all the other nights before my work day I dread, I MEAN I DREAD going to work. I don’t like it. I am trying to get something better, but it just seems that I am so sick of this job after only a month. Why do I want pie in the sky? I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, then I have come down with bronchitis again and my suicidal thoughts are back. Is life really worth living, but then I think of all the things I want to do and I am so messed up. Why can’t I be "normal" and take any job I can find? Why do I want the best things now! I am so confused.