I'm at this point where I want to throw a temper tantrum - throw myself on the floor and crying like a child.

Frustrated. Only shit mundane work. Isolation sucks. Health sucks. Everything stinks.

And my willpower is like a candle in the wind.

I know it's not specificly the job, because not everything is mundane. It's my brain and soul poking each other's eyes out.

*scratches head*

Why must everything be so shitty at the moment...