I’m a mess. I’m so sleep deprived I could cry right now. My muscles are all trembling. Everywhere I think, aha, I’ll got and talk to that person, I realise that they are caught up in their own misery. How the hell can I be selfish and complain to them? They have their own demons to deal with. They don’t need to listen to my whingy and whiny shit.
Yet as a result of all this, I so desperately need someone to talk to. I need someone to acknowledge my pain and tell me that it will be OK.
Pathetic whinge over.