Stupid job. Stupid working on Saturday. Stupid not knowing if I can do anything fun this evening because I don't know how fucking long I'm going to be here. Problems problems everywhere landing on me and it doesn't feel like anyone is willing to help. I can only take comfort in that there's nothing life-threatening about the deluge. Otherwise the stress would be exponentially worse. And it's bad enough as it. Or do I just not see the efforts of others as trying to help? Maybe... in a way, they offer little pieces of help, but I feel they could be doing so much more. But I don't know the situation, I only know what I'm trapped under.
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