Halfway through my 16 hour shift. Didn’t get enough sleep last night and I’m crabby and weepy and just…. Gah. I can’t do double shifts. Why would I do this to myself. I have to constantly bite back anger. Really frustrated.
I am not at all single. I thought I could be. I thought that was what I wanted and who I was. Turns out, I am in love. I can no more be single than I can chop off an arm. Glad to figure this out before something got amputated. I’d hate to wake up in ten years going “whatever happened to my left arm?”
Thank god I’m getting out of this with all my limbs intact.