Horrible.
When I was an intern, I was so unhappy. The best part of my day was the moment I got home and over the evening would feel progressively more miserable as I started to dread the next day. As I walked to work, I sometimes wished a car would hit me so I wouldn't have to be an intern anymore. But more importantly, at the time, I truly believed that nobody was as unhappy as I was and I felt very alone.
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