Fatigue.
I’m out of tolerance, out of patience and out of compassion. I’ve had enough and want to go crawl under a rock for the rest of my days.
My voice here doesn’t make any difference to anyone, no-one reads, no-one listens and nothing changes. I just end up covered in the shit I’m wading through and the stench of it fills my world and poisons my life.
Enough, I need to go hide.
