by admin
After work today I’m going to go home and find something to break.
I did not think I could feel any worse about having a chronic illness. After a morning spent crying at my desk and in the
bathroom at work, I see that I was wrong.
So after 4:30pm I’m going to find somewhere to go and break something. I have no words, other than that I feel like a
swirling shitstorm of “I-give-up” and anger. I’m tired, and tired of being sick and tired, and tired of being tired of it.
So what to break? Dishes? Glass? Maybe I’ll just go for a run until my lungs explode. The edge of the earth must be
somewhere.