Just so sick of everything. Of everything.
Now, it's so rare to get a chance to talk to my bff.
So sick of everything. Really want to just let everything go and fall apart.
But I can't, because there's so much unfinished work that I can't leave behind.
Yet it's because of all the work that I'm going crazy with stress.
I never know I'm stressed until I hit my limits.
I'm not tired.
Just sick of it and irritated and frustrated at my own uselessness.
Stupid.
Freaking failure.
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