😕 Maybe I am having the long awaited nervous breakdown now. About time.

What was this, a 60 hours week? I have no idea. 18 ads? Tons and tons of mail?

My skin started to get really bad at some point, but I missed it?

I tell them to leave me alone after 22 rents, I cannot do it anymore, I am so exhausted.

I talk to someone, but someone else thinks I am talking about him and gets loud? This is called paranoid schizophrenia, please seek help. I repeat my request, but he does it again?

I start to hyperventilate, I shout at him.

Another 13 hours day. I get home, and cant tell it to anybody.

Because my Mom is gone.

I want to be gone too, I cannot do it anymore.

Not a threat of course! Just a …

… nervous breakdown.