Some days are just failures you know? I tried to go to this office thing we had today but I got sick in my co-worker’s car and she asked if I’d rather come home instead. She picked up on how it was probably a psychosomatic thing which I doubt cause I was really determined to get through this. I mean I made up an excuse to leave early but I was going to be there. Psychosomatic or not I actually came home instead and then slept for four more hours. It really doesn’t matter what caused me to throw up I just know that I tried to go to that thing and failed and now they probably all hate me or think that I hate them. My boss especially, I think she’s had it with me.
I’m trying, okay, I’m sorry that it’s never enough.
Pass Through Fire 