Thanks for your responses, guys.
I'm quitting my job. (For real, this time. No Costanza shit.) I stay working there because I have my own place and I am so proud to have actually moved out on my own, and know that I can do it. But I am not happy. I have my own place that I am so proud of but I am never here. I have no time to enjoy myself. I get anxiety attacks just thinking about going back to work there.
It sounds so silly, but. Five days a week I am in hell, so I can spend 3 hours each night in my apartment stressing about what to do for the next day. I have one day out of the whole week where I don't have to get up and go to work. (The other day I'm volunteering.) I think it makes more sense for me to devote my stressing to real things. Like school. And how to get to the hospital so I can volunteer. I have this month's rent. I have a month to get my shit together. Hire a mover. Clean this place out.
I will miss my friends at work. They really don't know how much they inspired me to have the confidence to be independent and pursue my education.
Education is what I've always wanted and I can't even focus on it because I'm too busy stressing and working and (working for what?What am I doing at work that is this important to be stressing over?) and yeah there are. Other considerations. My dad. But my grandmother is a buffer, and I only need to stay there a year. When all is said and done, they do leave me alone. They do leave me my space. It is tolerable and I experienced happiness there. More than I am here. So I'm done. The only way I tolerated this was to think about my escape plan and that's all I think about anymore.
It's been eight months and I learned a lot about myself. That it's possible for me to be independent, but that life like this isn't worth it. All we have on this whole planet is our joy, and our lives. And squashing mine for the sake of a box with four walls that I'm never in? It doesn't work for me, anymore. It doesn't work for me. I thought that I would never be happy unless I was productive and it turns out, all I wanted was education. The chance to pursue my dreams. Everything else? It's secondary.