I Need to Rant
The pain has invited my old friend depression and that shithead has made itself right at home. Now I can鈥檛 stop crying. My stupid face is all red and puffy and I need to get it together. I鈥檓 hiding out in a conference room right now with a giant wet wad of toilet paper I grabbed from the ladies room. It鈥檚 sort of ridiculous enough to be cheered up by the sight of it.