Volunteering at A Crisis Center...

Some days are slow. I sit at my desk and polish my nails black. I get caught up on some reading and make fun of my supervisor who sports a funny looking shag. 

Other days, it seems like all of SF is going through one major fucking crisis at once. The phones are literally jumping in my lap. 

I don't know how much more of this I can take. So many morbid thoughts. It gets real easy to drag you down with the rest of them. 

Even when I'm at peace, its like I can't escape all the dark thoughts.

I totally understand how cops feel.

They see the worse that humanity has to offer. 

So have I.