Whatayawant.

I can deal with fatigue, anxiety, work overload, last minute quality submissions, critique, physical discomfort, ugly bruises on my shin that'll take ages to clear up, a rash that's developing all over my tummy, 2 minute showers without a shampoo, naughty kids stepping over my head, stupid questions, stupid people... And so so so much more.

But.

I can't deal with this unfathomable despair that's slowly enveloping me.