Mar 18, 2019, 7:12 PM

I can't even right now.

Everyone seems to want something or need something. This is the problem with being somewhat reliable and helpful. Do this, do that. Respond to this, reply to that. If I weren't so damned good at my job, I probably wouldn't be half as stressed as I am.

Now, the cat won't eat. Again. Just stopped eating over the weekend. And I caught myself thinking, in earnest, that if he would just die already I would have one less thing I would have to worry about on a daily basis.

There's too much to do, and too much to give a shit about. I honestly begin to understand the concept of compassion fatigue, and I've hit the point of exhaustion.