Other people wasted their Fridays (they weren’t even supposed to be at work today) waiting for me to show up and then I can’t even do that. Because I can’t read instructions. I can’t check the fucking schedule. They waited there, for hours, for me. And no, I could not do even that correctly. They went back home and I embarrassed myself, again. Now I have to wait until Monday to fix this. I will never ever ever ever go back to that part of the city again once I go there on Monday.
It was the final fucking straw. I can’t take it. Everything has gone fucking hell in the past four weeks. Not a single happy thing has happened to me except the Preehub thing, that was fun. I don’t remember the last time I’ve slept a full night without worrying or being too angry.
I’m sorry. I’m a fucking useless emotional wreck. I worry about irrelevant things. I spend more time reminiscing about what was, than planning how to make the future better.