despair

i'm burnt out.
Confused.
Beyond burnt.
Tired sounds such a cliche...

Met ellen yesterday at Holland V.
The place has changed. Its unrecognisable now.
And both of us too, probably.
I know I look the worse for wear.
I've been on the night shift 2 months, and its killing me.
Signs are everywhere.
She's been workin long hours too.
We met for a respite from our stressful lives...
Before i go to work at night again.

I dread the routine and shape my work is forcing onto me.
Even as i took a cab to work last night,
The taxi uncle asked why i'm doing the night shifts when I'm still so young.
"It ages you, you'll look old very fast,"he warned. And then laughed it off.

Unfortunately for me, I can't jus laugh it off.
It may make for lovely conversation elsewhere,
But this is my life.