What’s my deal?
Why can’t I just get my shit together?
Why is it so *fucking* hard to get a dentist’s appointment? It can’t have been this difficult when I was in high school.
Why does my job suck out my soul?
When am I going to get to do the things that I like to do? When can I blow glass? When can I cook? When can I write and talk about literature?
When will it not be such a struggle to be *heard*, in the classroom, by my bosses, by the “system” and myself?
Why is speaking up so hard?
I’m done for the night. 2.5 hour practice FCAT which I couldn’t even complete correctly. 2 more days of work this week…get through this Thea. Get through this year.