To be true, I’ve never been so sick of something my entire life. It’s one thing hating something and getting annoyed over it. It’s another thing when you’re so sick of it that you cave in and let it trod all over you. It’s like being in a concentration-camp-like affair. At first you hate it and mentally resist the shit. Then you know that it’s impossible to escape and in the meantime, you work within the system and aim to do a decent job in it AND ALL THE WHILE HATING IT.
But you’ll occasionally snap out of character— no one is true concentration-camp material anyway. And this is where someone like me will end up— describing and analysing the entire affair.
Sorry for the following utterance but FUCK IT. FUCK IT ALL.