Thorn in the Flesh

I do not suffer fools gladly. Especially self-righteous, pompous, condescending, ignorant, arrogant fools. They are insufferable.

So.

God, I feel so trapped where I am now. Why did You helm me in so? I am at the end of my rope. I cannot handle this anymore. I do not want to. Do you hear me? I do not want to. No more rope please.

I hate the taste of humble pie. It makes me retch. I would rather self-destruct.

I hate sounding so bitter. I should be happy.

Nobody knows.

I'm tired of venting myself emotionally here. I want to get away.

I grit my teeth and bend my head.