I don't even know how to explain it. The smallest things set me off. I'm on the verge of tears or actually crying about 75% of the day. Ever since T on Monday, I've had this constricting feeling in my chest, like my lungs are both about an inch big. I'm so tired all the time. I can't bring myself to go to work tomorrow, so I'm taking the day off. I should really be saving my holiday time for when I quit so I can get paid time off after my two weeks notice. But I really just can't go to that place again tomorrow. It's awful. I really can't do this anymore. My friend said something to me last night about the artery in her neck and it got me thinking about how easy it would be to just end things. It'd be so easy. The only thing stopping me is my dogs. Honestly, that's the only thing.