Frazzled. Trying to do something and there was no one there. Frazzle zazzle. Nerves burnt. No lunch or breakfast. Someone was supposed to be there to help. Bupkas. Angering and exhausting. Someone who was reliable and kind was a royal bitch. I somewhat confronted them, which was all the situation allowed.
Other thoughts . . . Object lessons — when it comes to certain items, having them when you need them is nourishing, comforting and reassuring, so I tried to do that, but due to eff faces, the opposite is happening. @#₹%!&% Pfffffffft. What the hell?