day 162: it's quite simple

Just an email is all that's required to make me stop feeling so sorry for myself.

Myself that is sick, and tired, and worn thin on patience, and lacking down time.

All I have to do is read the email that pops up in my Outlook at 2:00 in the afternoon.

One which makes tears instantly well up in my eyes, and my class is oblivious.

That's all it takes for me to suddenly think I may not have it so bad, not as bad as he does.

So then I as kindly as possible tell myself to shut up.