This day has been an utter shithole from start to finish.

I’m so exhausted I’m ready to cry just from that alone.  My anxiety is revved up to a fever pitch and every FUCKING little thing is making me jump.  And on top of that, I’ve had a headache all afternoon and now it feels like it’s trying to shift into a migraine on me.

I mean… when I got home from dinner I was so physically and emotionally drained I just collapsed onto my bed and couldn’t convince myself to move for about half an hour.

And now that I’ve eaten, I’m even more queasy than I’ve been all day just from nerves alone.

I’m done.  I’m so. fucking. done.

Why do I even bother?