I want to quit my job.
I mean, I really really want to quit my job. It’s nice having a little extra money and everything, but the amount my arms hurt, and the amount of shit I feel having to go there for hours and hours every weekend makes it so not worth it.
We need the health insurance, and I like having the money to spend on dance stuff, but holy shit. Where do the ends justify the means? Cause these means fucking suck.