I love it when my own brain is against me.
I love it when I am so angry that I can't see straight.
I love it when a client that doesn't know what the Hell they want in an article tells me over and over that it's wrong despite their instructions.
I love being assaulted by constant, table-flipping rages mixed with deep depression, meaning I don't even have the strength to flip said imaginary table.
I love it when my coworkers get impatient at little IT issues that THEY caused. Fuck me, right?
Fuck me.
It's times like these when I am irrationally angry at nothing that I think to myself, "You know what would be easy? Fucking suicide. At least if I'm dead I can't see my overdrawn bank account because my fucking bank keeps fucking things up and deducting things late, and adds NSF fees like the fucking plague. Fuck me for trying to do things!"
I love being kept poor and desperate. I really do.
