Time to start anew and find someone who will actually listen to what I’m saying. The actual words that are coming out of my mouth, the thing that is slowly trying to kill me. Waking up with a bar-fight face again because apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m not paranoid or attention-seeking, and you’re not getting any more of my time (or money).
It’s hot and miserable and various other things, on all fronts. I just want it to go away… all of it. Hand me the pliers.