Jesus. I filled all the documents needed to start the morgue job and put them in a file.
I am ready to go tomorrow.
But I don't have the guts to do it...no pun intended.
I fear infection, I hate the smell, I fear the guts of obese victims.
I will pull people's guts basically and take out their brains.
What a job.
Arrow said never to go back to that filthy morgue....
I am again in to minds. That fucking bipolar is killing me.
Will it be a mistake if I go back?
If I don't go tomorrow my dream is over to work in a morgue, you don't get such chances very often.
Complete fucking mess.
I am ready to go tomorrow.
But I don't have the guts to do it...no pun intended.
I fear infection, I hate the smell, I fear the guts of obese victims.
I will pull people's guts basically and take out their brains.
What a job.
Arrow said never to go back to that filthy morgue....
I am again in to minds. That fucking bipolar is killing me.
Will it be a mistake if I go back?
If I don't go tomorrow my dream is over to work in a morgue, you don't get such chances very often.
Complete fucking mess.