AlexfromPA

I was working as a line cook at a popular upper class resturant in my hometown. It was the best job I ever had, I was learning and moving up and had a great team of guys that were my best freinds. But other than the job I didnt have much. It seemed like i was working more for the system than myself, i worked my ass off and still didnt have enough to get out on my own. I dont even want a car or a house or a tv. Things have never seemed right for me, but i didnt really know what else to do so i kept doing it, I was getting good at it too, but also more depressed and angry. Drugs and alcohol helped but came with their own problems.Recently it just got too much, i quit, packed my bag up and left. Dont know how long ill be out here, definetly dont want to become a slave again so it might be a while.