No Motivation to Get Up in the Morning

My job is not the worst job you could get. But I hate it. I hate any job that forces me to wake before 10. And 0530 is waaay before ten. I don't even have sunlight to get up to. In Seattle, sun is subtle, but at least it is there in day light. I feel this killing me. I feel SAD creeping into the complex catacombs of my brain to join existing disorders in bringing me down.

Life isn't easy. Under oppressive monetary systems, anyway. In a perfect world, artists are free, and we all do what we will. An' harm none.

Life must begin at 30. Or later. Because I do not feel alive. I feel like a robot. And, at 26 that's tragic. people in their 20's should love life. I've only myself to blame for not finishing college earlier. But- college is oppression, too. What motivation had I to do the same thing I am doing now (50 hour weeks, early mornings, late nights,) before?

You gotta go for that portal right out of high school. That is your chance to bypass undue suffering. Even if you go to art school. If you are in that position, heed my words! Or, it could cost ya. Plenty. Your life. Your soul.