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.