Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I'm having a terrible time. I decided to get a job again. But the boss left me alone, and I broke his mouse, burned out a power supply, and did some other nonsense. He came in, grabbed his head, and started yelling, and I started crying and said I'd rather go back to studying, so I quit. And he said, "Stay, we'll teach you how to use a computer," but I was so ashamed that I ran away. Now I'm going to die without alcohol and books with pretty pictures. therapy session is over