I go to work in a couple of hours.
I am tired and my stomach is upset and I feel like crying but, I probably won't.
And this I can come to realize is all my fault. All of these things that I want this exact certain way. And you can try to give them to me but they aren't the way I want them so I reject them.
But after all I am "just like my mother" and also a "conceited bitch" although I suppose I'm not supposed to say the latter because that was a couple of days ago and in the past and so it must not be effective anymomre.