Done

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.

 

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