Too much has gone wrong this week and I am fuckin’ fed up. FED UP, I TELL YOU.
I really feel like shit. I look gross. I feel like I’m being backed into a corner at work and I feel like this happens too often. I’m tired of miscommunications or complete lack of communication. I’m tired of the snitching. I’m tired of the elitism. I’m tired. I’ve been on the verge of tears all week. I just want it to be tomorrow at 5, when I can leave this place and take a nice, warm shower and primp and dance and drink copious amounts of gin and flirt dangerously with people I probably shouldn’t.
I’ll still want a hug.