that other people have bad days too. Sara, I’m sorry for your bad day. I’m sorry for your parking ticket, and I’m sorry that you broke your 6-weeks of power. I had a bad day, if not less of a bad day than yours, because I’m sure yours was 10 times worse than mine, but I still cried like a baby over it anyway.
I feel similar to you in the sense that I, too, feel pressured to make immaculate decisions. Most of the pressure comes from myself. And every now and then I have one of those days where I just completely fuck everything up without even trying and I definitely know how it feels. You are not alone. If I was home I’d give you a hug. Damn, I wish I could just go home.
