I am seriously this close to quitting my job of ten years.
I have a godawful migraine and nausea.
I have hours of difficult and unpleasant creative work ahead of me yet today.
I'm under so much stress that it's a wonder I'm not a diamond by now.
I can't seem to stop crying.
My poor cat's been in the attic all day and I don't have time to go let him out.
I have my period.
My self-esteem has frayed away at the ends, and I am unravelled.
Who will catch me when I fall?
I don't think there's anybody around who can.
I will probably feel very stupid tomorrow for having written this. After all, this, too, shall pass, Ldy.
I should learn when to drink a big cup of shut the fuck up.