I’m blogging on the train again, go me that’s twice in one month. Is it the same month? I dunno. Who cares.
Today was one of those days where I just had to get up and leave work because I was in fear of my ‘Are you fecking serious’ meter going unto hyperdrive and blowing the top clean off my heed. Thunderous looks and muttered ‘fucks’ were flying in all directions to an audience of myself, mainly because I’ve decided I’m the only one who listens. I can’t even use the PMT card, I’m just angry!
How many things does it take before someone actually breaks, because at this rate I’m going to break myself. I hate anxiety and worry, rotten little shits, always on my case they are.
I’m going home to sit down in a dark room and give myself a good talking to!
Thanks for reading, I feel better now :)