I just can’t keep going at this pace much longer. I know why, when she lost her shit, Britney cut off her hair. The fact that I get it scares me. I just don’t think I can keep pretending that I know what I’m doing at work. I can’t keep coming home with no spoons left and borrowing a few from the next day’s allotment. I’m out of tomorrow’s allotment of spoons, and being told to just get more isn’t helpful in the slightest.
I think I’m just about done with trying and having only marginal success. I’m almost there. And I’m just about done with caring about whether or not I can keep going.