Anxiety
Oh, good e'en, anxiety. I wasn't expecting to run into you this hallow's eve. What dire news do you bring me to rob me of sleep and send tears cascaded like rain into my ears as I lay lying in this hand me down bed? What's that? Will I ever find work that fits me and allows survival without destroying what self worth I've been able to salvage? How the hell should I know? I wanted news, not the same questions I keep asking in the dark every night! Thanks for nothing. Asshole.