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I would argue that's exactly the reason they pay so badly. Liking your job under capitalism is a job perk that can get your paycheck cut. Any job that's for the good of society pays garbage because capitalism wants you to sacrifice for it, so if you can't sacrifice your enjoyment you get to sacrifice your pay.

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I go to tumblr to speak words I want to say that no body will hear sometimes. I just want to say (speaking to the void) it’s getting bad. No one will help me, save me, fix me, listen. I’ve been shouting so long I’ve lost my voice. My body is shutting down. The trauma is taking over. I thought about posting a fb Status that said don’t look for me I will be self-medicating and sleeping all day and staying awake all night and not asking for help anymore because no one listens. I’ve tried seeking professional help more than once More than twice more than five times. To believe in a God feels like a cruel joke that he would allow this to happen. When I’ve been struggling for years and it just keeps getting worse. The Grief no longer consumes me because I feel nothing. I’ve tried being thankful I’ve tried self-care I’ve tried reaching out I’ve tried moving. I’ve tried churches. I’ve tried healthy food and exercise. The symptoms of my trauma have gotten so bad that I feel like I’m fine that I seem fine. But I can’t even make it to a doctors appointment on time. People are the most apathetic heartless cold beings that I will ever encounter in this world. I’ve tried journaling. I’ve tried art. I’ve tried online friends. I’ve tried doctors and medicine and crystals. But I’m afraid I might lose this fight. I waste my life watching TV and scrolling Facebook and this is my life. Because I can’t seem to find anyone that understands that wants to love me. I don’t know how I’m able to believe in God. And I don’t know how to not be lonely. I don’t know how to not react to my trauma. I don’t know how to not be traumatized. I don’t know how to make the bad shit stop. I don’t know how to stop doing bad things I don’t know how to stop doing things that will make this worse but feel good for the moment they get me by. I’ve been strong for so long and honestly I just wish someone would save me even though I know no one can save you. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I know that trauma changes people and it’s changed me. I don’t know if I will ever get better. I don’t know if anyone will ever help me. I don’t know if God will ever answer my prayers. I don’t know what is going to happen with my body reacts to everything that has happened. I wish I was strong enough. I wish I had a friend that was like me. I wish I wasn’t traumatized. I wish healing wasn’t denied me. I wish I wasn’t turning into a monster of trauma. I wish people could talk to me. I wish I wasn’t afraid of people. I wish I didn’t want to die. I wish someone would help me.