(Munch, munch, munch.)
I hate my life. (Munch.)
I can't stand my job. (Crunch.)
I hate that I can't stop eating. (Aomm. Munch, crunch, munch.)
I feel unable to do anything that would give me pleasure.(Oo, a big chocolate covered nut. Numm.)
I am powerless to change anything for myself or to help people. (Smack the lips.)
I don't know what to do with my life, but sit here and eat at my desk at work. (Yummy.)
Could I change? (Inhaling a breath, pausing mid-crunch.)
What would I change and what would I change to? (Takes hand out of bag of choco-snax to put a artificially sweet finger on the chin.)
I guess I could encourage others not to eat so much, and maybe talk about why we hate our jobs.
(looks down at the bag.)
Nah, I do that anyway. How is that different than any other day? (shoves a hand in the bag and takes out a palm full of snax.)
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