I'm so sick of this shit I could puke coat hangers.
Tired doesn't even come close to describing it. More like wretchedly weary. Worn down to the bone.
Angry, at this situation. Angry at customers. Angry at being here. Too tired to be angry. Anger just dissolves into apathy.
This last week is the worst, just remarkably bad. I know why, of course, but I'm too tired to really give a shit. I don't want to open my mouth and say another word until I'm far away from here. I want to sleep now and wake up at home.
There is danger in being away from the church.
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