I am apparently a style-sheet RETARD, so frustrated. Why don't I know how to do things? I can see what I need to do but fuuuuuuuck. Fuckit. Fuckety fuck fuck fuck. Now I am also super geek because I have coding rage. Also, not even "I am a clever coding type, why won't you do this complicated thing" rage, but more like, "why can't I do this simple straight forward thing" rage.
I have NO money, too many debts and things going wrong. Can't afford a fucking thing.
An angry (passive-aggressive) email sitting in my inbox is making me feel this bizarre misplaced guilt and tying into all of my anxieties about people and feelings and stuff. Feeling nauseous and shaky and unbelievably frustrated.
Rage. Rage. Rage. Grip on the English language has disappeared. Anxiety predicating self-hatred spiral. I should sleep.
If I ever catch you swearing about code in real life, consider yourself dumped. I cannot go out with Mark.
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