Shattered, like a glass Chaz

[desperance]

Well, damn. I hate it, that I am so stupid sensitive. I was actually having rather a nice day, making progress, getting stuff done. Then I heard that someone's really upset with me, over something I thought they'd appreciate; and now of course the whole day turns to splinters in my hands. And I can't fix things without asking my friends to help, again, the way I always do; and I hate that too, and now I'm kind of wishing for an extinction event, or at least a surgical meteorite strike just for me. I could paint a target on the lawn, if that would help.