stupid but I don't care

I called put again. I shouldn't have. It's stupid and I'm only making things harder in the long run. But god. The last thing I can think about wanting to do when I'm barely able to keep myself from breaking down crying is being stuck in a hot concrete box with a bunch of strangers who don't give a damn how I'm feeling. The workplace doesn't care that you're human, you need to be an efficient cog or you're just in the way. So fuck it, I got out of the way. I'm going to keep trying to rest, and hopefully today I'll get a call that my car is done, and that'll be one less thing to worry about, even though it's the one thing causing all my worry. I fucking hate cars. Why are they treated as a luxury. And priced like one! Whatever I'm ranting. I'm going to rest, and try my best not to wake up my partner with my crying.