That feeling, when I am overcome by exhaustion from trying to do everything right, and at the last second before I call it quits, a measly little reward appears in the ring, and I am once again cast as the bad gal, because technically something did come from my effort, and I should be grateful, because everything comes from gratitude, and nothing comes from being attached, so I have no right to judge the outcome because there was one, but I do not have the strength to lower my expectations once more. That is what I am talking about.
Music pairing: Fragile by Sting