I'm gonna try, and try very hard not to hate you, even if you call me after work demanding things, or text me at 5 in the middle of the night, or constantly expect me to be round the clock regarding your matters. This is work. I'm in a relationship with work.
All these grown ass men chasing numbers like it's the food to their soul. All these grown ass men thinking the work they're doing is the most important work in the world.
And even after work, it's still more work trying to mend relationships. Give me a break. Enough of work.
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