I can hear myself snapping at people and I really have no idea what it is that I'm angry about. There's so much responsibility, I suppose, and sometimes the weight is too much to bear. I can't let the men see me brooding, though.
I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes and can't think of a thing to say.
If I was a believer, I would say God is unhappy with me. Instead, I'll chalk it up to the albatross.
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