There is no poetry here, no romance, no idealistic satisfaction from helping the poor, the disadvantaged, the mentally ill. I'm so tired. And it's not from researching cases or writing letters or even my first dismal court appearance. It's just from listening to their stories, the mundane cliches of their neverending stories. Oh my god, how can I tell you if there is a legal solution to your problem, if you won't stop talking?
I've been told my whole life that I have to talk more, speak up more, express more opinions, explain myself. Like there's something wrong with staying quiet.
Especially if the alternative is blathering in endless fucking detail to someone who is trying to tell you why what you're saying is not relevant at this time in this context.

Writing's better anyway.