I used to wake up wanting to come to work. Now I dread a weekend being over. I’m sick of the fucking mistreatment from my supervisor and management. I cannot stand her and I refuse to work here after my contract has finished. They’re nothing but a bunch of hypocritical cunts. I’m so close to blowing up. So close.
When you say a lot of things that you wish you never said. When the words come out wrong, you feel so fucked up in the head. Try to fight the feelings but they won’t go - they’re not going away. You’re going insane, mental. It’ll all be okay… One day.
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CARMAH