S o much shit I don’t even want to think about it.
T oo much shit I have to think about in order to resolve.
R eally, really frustrated all the damn time.
E ager to have a break or some kind of relief.
S uper bitchy and on edge.
S adly making permanent mistakes.
E thusiasm waning.
D rama that I so don’t need right now.
Yeah, it’s not very creative, but who gives a fuck.