It's not good enough.

I don’t want to talk about work. I am sickened and heartbroken. I’ve tried writing this all weekend but it makes me mad, frustrated, and angry. I am working on failing nine year old computers and they refuse to replace them. I guess I get to wait until they die completely.

I’ve never felt so fucking unappreciated in my life.

Really, I don’t want to talk about it.

I’m pushing it down, the urge the scream and throw things.

I’m deleting things and not sharing. I’ve shut down today.