i figured out what the problem was, i’m feeling less than. yes, less than like the symbol in math. i was less than a good worker today because i bitched incessantly about a bothersome coworker and because something i wrote garnered a letter from a lawyer (though it wasn’t really my fault, i still took all the blame). i was less than a good person because i couldn’t rise above everything and still feel good about myself. i was less than human because all i wanted to do was cry on someone’s shoulder only i wouldn’t because i didn’t want to be seen as weak. i was less than a writer because today i produced nothing that made a difference to anyone. and i was less than a woman because when the TTHM talks about his exes i know there’s nobody to talk about me like that.

tomorrow, i will be greather than. i hope.