It’s finally a Friday. I have no desire to go to work today.
It seems like lately I’ve been in a state of irritation, on the verge of anger.
I perceive that I am being wronged by everyone.
Although I know a lot of fuckups, none of them are fucking up at me, they’re fucking up in general, because they’re fuckups.
But lately I am taking it personally. I’m tired of being the only one who has to adapt and conform to all these fuckups and nobody seems to give me any concession.
For the past week or so, I’ve been in a foul mood and it’s nobody’s fault but mine.