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I did all kinds of good and productive things yesterday but all I can think about are the few things I messed up, the conversations went awry. This can be extrapolated across weeks.
I know nobody really has any idea what they're doing, least of all me. It's suffocating to know how ignorant and shallow I am.
Mickey will be here in a matter of hours, so I should theoretically be happy, but all I can concentrate on are the dimensions of my faults. They're looming.
I have to go to work; I hate work; I'm embarrassed it's the main thing keeping me from losing my shit these past weeks.
I know nobody really has any idea what they're doing, least of all me. It's suffocating to know how ignorant and shallow I am.
Mickey will be here in a matter of hours, so I should theoretically be happy, but all I can concentrate on are the dimensions of my faults. They're looming.
I have to go to work; I hate work; I'm embarrassed it's the main thing keeping me from losing my shit these past weeks.