FUck today. Fuck people who aren't returning my calls. Fuck having a headache like someone's driving a goddamn truck across my forehead. Fuck all this work avalanching in TODAY, when for the last two days I had someone here to help me, but for the rest of the week I'm alone; I feel like I'm trying to roll sewage uphill. FUck the part of me which wants to curl up with a tub of ice cream like a stereotypical idiot woman, despite the fact that I'm a fucking fitness instructor who should know better, and the last three months of responding to stress and depression that way has made me put on roughly five kilos. Fuck having to be friendly to people at work when all I want to do is tell them to piss off and leave me alone. Fuck being in love with people who will never think of you that way. Fuck not being able to forget things I should forget about. And fuck fuck FUCK not knowing what to do about any of this.
Hug please someone
Hug please someone