I feel very
frustrated,
run-down,
and stressed.

Long days of work are punctuated by my inability to actually complete what needs to be done. Christmastime in retail was a breeze compared to the tasks I'm expected to complete while running the entire store by myself. I can't even leave to use the restroom or take a break because I'm the only one working. Hours keep being cut. I'm expected to do counts and build shipments and set advertising while doing every transaction and keeping customers happy.

I was fighting back tears the entire day because I was so stressed. My entire body hurts and my eczema is coming in on my arms and face and hands and back. I have zero drive to make or do anything. I feel like I'm never going to make art again. This is my life. I am destined to do this work until I die, and I'm just going to have to become content with this.

I just want to leave it all. I want to just take my little savings and take a bus as far away as I can. I want to see the other ocean. I want it to be warm and sunny. I want to have mountains in my view.

I'm just tired.
So tired.