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So, on Thurday I quit my job. On Thursday night, I cried and cried. Not because I was upset or anything. It just poured out of me like a liquid form of all the stress and bullshit that weighted down on me. I'm not too worried. I got a little cash stashed back for case like this. My car insurance and payments are a little ahead of schedule, so I should be okay. And my sugar daddy takes care of the rent and the big stuff.

I did apply at Harley. A lady I used to work with, and that kinda mother's me because we are the same kind of people, works there and will probably bug the hell out of the owner for me. So here's hoping.

Don't get me wrong, I felt like crap for a little while. But I hated that when I looked in the mirror I wasn't seeing myself anymore. That's what that place was doing to me. Now I feel free. Free to create again. Free to just be me again. And most importantly, not wear a shirt with my name on it. For the time being at least. Be free from that wash of being a drone in a souless machine of a company. Praise on high that now its over and I'm done.