Today was basically a 14-hour workday, with 2 hours more of personal time. I’m physically and emotionally drained to the point of not even being able to construct coherent sentences in English, and seeing the screen with the words getting blurry on top of each other.
For that, I apologize.
There’s one lingering thought that never goes away: I’m gonna have to do this again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, until I reach the weekend and finally have ONE night to fully sleep and recharge.
Another thought that lives rent free inside of my head: It can get worse, and it’s not even under my control.
I’m at the mercy of a handle of people that can fuck up my day, and of course, chaos. Which is always present and reigns.
Not enough time to work and rest, to live and create, to listen to politicians and actually care…
Ok, yea, I’ll stop complaining now. I don’t have it nearly as bad as most of the world population. But it’s still fucking tough, even the strongest have their weak days. One should be allowed to be vulnerable at least once every two weeks without getting beat down by the universe.
It will get better, eventually. But in the meantime, there’s some suffering guaranteed.