From the very beginning I was one of the small group of people saying this means nothing. I believed it was just a shadow of one from the team or whatever. Or just a weird ass normal shadow.
I take it back, okay? I take it back.
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From the very beginning I was one of the small group of people saying this means nothing. I believed it was just a shadow of one from the team or whatever. Or just a weird ass normal shadow.
I take it back, okay? I take it back.
I am having the Mondayest of Mondays and am hours from being done. My eldest is experiencing his first heartbreak and I am both full of empathy and trying to figure out how to convince him it is not worth flunking the eleventh grade because of it.
I'm going to rip my uterus out of my body and use it to strangle a man
I am officially taking part in NoNoWriMo, where you don't write a novel or indeed even manage to read anything in the month of November, because it's the busiest month of the year at work (made worse by a series of poorly-timed disasters) and your immune system is overwhelmed by your fifth cold in a fortnight and you are so so tired and achey and have no brain
I thought I'd banished you.
I thought you finally left me alone, I thought I had chased you from my body. I thought that after I ripped out your teeth you could no longer hurt me, that if I cut off your hands you couldn't grab me by the throat anymore. I thought that if I poisoned you, forced a beyond-lethal quantity of cyanide down your throat, that I would be rid of your curse once and for all.
And for that, I am a fool. It could never be so simple. No matter how much I hate you, no matter how much you hurt me, I can do nothing but prolong the inevitable. I continue to take your abuse.
The fury you inflict even in your absence continues to destroy me. If poison weakens you, then it can surely kill you, it will just take longer than I thought. I would rather not wrestle with you again right now, we are both wounded animals trapped in the same cage, clinging to the bars on opposite sides as we lick our wounds for round two. Cutting you to pieces and butchering you like a pig would leave me with injuries so deep that I might be even worse off than before.
If only you'd hurry up and die.
get in loser, we're sailing down the red river this week
I am officially (and hopefully temporarily) employment challenged? Is that the nicest way to say my ass just got canned by the bitch I was working for? It sounds good to me. Anyway, I applied for a really good job a couple of weeks ago. I got an email from them telling me when and where to be for the next phase, testing.
So, I'm asking all my moots out there and anyone else who sees this plea into the unknown, to please think good thoughts for me that I'll get hired on at the place I will be testing for.
To everyone who celebrates the holidays, I hope you have a very nice one.
If you don't, right on. I hope you enjoy your time off and/or holiday pay. You deserve it!
Thank you so much, fellow people on this planet 💟.
I don't know how I'm going to survive until the weekend. I finished meds before expected (noise hurts, and I talk less,) I'm sleep deprived, I'm not at "home" and I won't be until Thursday, MY UTERUS IS BLEEDING and my back hurts
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