Bad day. Going to hermit and eat my feelings. Hopefully better tomorrow.
I’ve been fucking up a lot at work and I feel overwhelmed and useless. I’m trying not to be hard on myself, but I feel like I’ve been too easy on myself at the same time. Jerk brain wants me to suffer for my sins and then it gets upset when I do.
I hate this and I want to cry. I’m anxious and irritable and I don’t know if this is a new cycle or a bad day and I don’t know how to tell either way. It takes time to get this info, but the process sucks donkey balls.
My immediate impulse is to quit my job because I can’t do it anymore and run away. Somewhere. Preferably without snow.
I won’t. (I can’t.) But fuck me, do I want to.