Hopeless Optimist
This job looks like something that will make me want to kill myself less. I’ll apply for that. Yeah, yeah I’m perfect for it. And it for me. Oh the things we could do together; me and this job. I could really go far. Do good. This job was made for me. Excellent. Now I’ll sit back and wait to hear from them. Who am I kidding I’ll never get this. They’ll want people who are normal. Capable. Competent. Not terrible at everything. I’m no good. I can do no good. I’m worthless. I still think I’ll get it. No I don’t. I don’t want it. Yes I do…
