perhaps i should have just stayed in bed this morning.

(i am on the verge of going to sleep crying and tearing this cubicle apart. i'm cold and wet and my feet are wet and i left the stupid disk at the library and the sound of my father's voice makes me violent. i don't like to speak to him. i want to be hugged and not by any of the people i work with, i don't even want to talk to any of them. i want to stop adding to this. quit whining and silence your tantrum)