Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all.
Maybe I just need to find a job that has nothing to do with people, and a life that has nothing to do with friends.
It just ends up coming back to bite you in the butt anyways.
And I just put myself to shame. How dare I talk about life turning on me? How dare I throw a pity party and whine about how I can't handle where I've been placed?
*sigh*
Poor, poor, pitiful me.
I can't even complain without messing things up.
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