One of these days I'm actually gonna talk myself into just not ever going back to work and I'm gonna be in trouble! 😂

I don't want to be sweaty anymore. Unless I'm doing something fun.

It's interesting how time can either blunt the edges of a broken heart; or hone them to a razor edge.

I wonder if anyone thinks about me the way I think about you?

I'm pretty sure everyone at work already thinks I'm a little odd; so having a mental breakdown right now probably isn't going to help that. Just gotta hold on for a couple more hours.

If I could just have a few good days in a row that would be really nice.

I'm so terrified of making mistakes again that I'm making new mistakes trying to avoid the old ones.

Welp, here's another one I guess.