Narcissistic asshole who sent me flowers on our anniversary. I go home it’s a completely different story. Nothing but an angry asshole for no reason that I know of. Wants to fight with me about every single little thing. Like any other time in our relationship. Fine. He can fuck himself. I can’t get close to him anyway.
Hi work. Go fuck yourself too. I’m sick of carrying this heavyass thing on my back every single day. Not all people suck there but the few that do, can also go fuck themselves. It’s a long story. Let’s just say I was told my non-offensive sweatshirt is offensive by my supervisor. Instead of ‘hey…’ she said take that off. The only person that was offended was me. It was a sweatshirt with some songs and lines that make me remember my dead mother. Everyone likes it so what is the problem? Nothing. You don’t like me. Fine. I don’t like you either. I’m sorry I’m not 300lbs overweight or 30 mins late to work everyday.
Too bad I lack the qualifications and whatever to get a job literally everywhere else. It’s a viscous cycle. I don’t know why the hell you’re watching me behind the scenes. Don’t tell me you’re also a closet pervert or someone wishing for my downfall. Honey, I’ve already been there. I come from hell, live in hell, and remain there. Proceed with your happy bla bla bla fake life.