i’m exhausted.
I keep doing this to myself. i almost brokedown this morning, but my pride got ahold of me before i started crying.

i hate it when people treat me as if i am less of a person because i am younger than them.

i hate it when a huge lump seems form in my throat, and i can’t explain my thoughts coherently.

maybe i’m just tired. but my thoughts are exhausting me. my brain’s on overdrive, and i can’t focus.

work shouldn’t be this exhausting. it isn’t even like i’m under high stress or some sort of time crunch.

it’s more of an endurance test. sitting for hours in a small air conditioned cubicle.

whenever my mind gets off topic and someone walks by my cubicle, i jump. i’m wound too tight. i need to breathe.