Should be a great day

Burst straight into tears at my regular Starbucks. Damn it. They are the only ones who know how to make a Flat White properly. Now I’ll never get one.

I’m unraveling, guys.

Stress. Pressure. Fear. Doom.

That sort of thing.

I don’t need help. I need things to STOP COMING AT ME for 10 goddamned minutes.

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