was 're-interviewed' for my 'position'. fucked it. which means: no more wage slavery - and no more wage. no words, only static, no labels for no emotions.
feel like freedom equals an open space to lose yrself in, sputter out and fail. feel like the alternative is essentially an orderly queue for the grave. realise, rationally, this is rather an oversimplification, but right now i feel like my glass is fully empty and can't see anything in front of me. and yes, an exaggeration, doubtless a failure of imagination that i'll regret by the end of the day. but this self-indulgence vents my stress, is a well to drown my feelings, draws no poison fom no wound.