I am sick and tired of dealing with stuff.
I’ve had it up to here with calmly facing reality.
I am well and truly fed up with creative problem solving.
I have metastatic cancer. I am in pain. I am going to die much sooner than I should. Isn’t that enough? Will someone please turn off the shit faucet?
It’s nothing huge this time, but even a feather can be just that little bit too much. I’ll write again when I’ve calmed down.