It's bad enough that I'm your pushover but what's worse is that you make me feel that I'm such a heavy burden to bear.
I won't be in condition to come to work at 6am tomorrow. My body is telling me to just stay home and rot in bed unconscious. But I want to keep my mind off my feelings so I'm coming to work. Note that I will be hostile. I'm sure of it. Nothing is funny, nothing is nice, and I will smile for nothing and no one. I will be difficult.
I plan to go straight home after shift. There's nowhere else to go. I don't even care if it's gonna rain and I get mud all over my white scrubs. It won't make any difference what I look like because being treated this way looks and feels bad enough in the inside.