Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad...I'm a little scared, right now.
I don't know where all this crap is going.
If I can keep it together, then somewhere good. But in the hearts of men lie some pretty nasty bits.
I don't what to lose my temper and quit, without a job to go to.
I don't want to get fired.
So I have to just ride it out until I can find something - anything - other than this bullshit.
I can't cry properly. I want to, but I can't. Which means I'm probably going to get sick again. I wonder what other interesting, rare, chronic diseases I can pick up as a result of bottling this toxic waste up inside?
Stay tuned...