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I'm sitting in Panera, eating my lunch and at the verge of tears.
For no. fucking. real. reason. (I say real reason in reference to social and environmental concerns...there is a reason, it PMS...my problem is that this isn't usually a problem.) Usually I am bitchy and can deal with that...this time I just feel emotionally heavy and flat out depressed and scared and destructive and self-deprecating. I want to cry and kick and scream at the top of my lungs and run away. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just cry, get the emotion out and be done, but that doesn't help. I wish I didn't have the nagging of an over-logical mind and that I could just call out of work for the rest of the week...but being by myself makes me feel worse and money is entirely too tight.
fuck. this. I hope it passes soon.
For no. fucking. real. reason. (I say real reason in reference to social and environmental concerns...there is a reason, it PMS...my problem is that this isn't usually a problem.) Usually I am bitchy and can deal with that...this time I just feel emotionally heavy and flat out depressed and scared and destructive and self-deprecating. I want to cry and kick and scream at the top of my lungs and run away. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just cry, get the emotion out and be done, but that doesn't help. I wish I didn't have the nagging of an over-logical mind and that I could just call out of work for the rest of the week...but being by myself makes me feel worse and money is entirely too tight.
fuck. this. I hope it passes soon.