i hate my fuckin' job. i get no respect, no thanks, nothing. just criticism.
fuck you.
fuck.
you.
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she slogged through the bull shit. wading hip deep in non-sense. she desparingly searched for somthing that eluded her. despair was her keyword. she was terrified that if she didnt do somthing now, nothing would ever get done, she wanted to sleep until better times were coming. she wanted to go back to where she knew she would feel challenged, happy, sane.
she had an evil plot.
fuck you.
fuck.
you.
___
she slogged through the bull shit. wading hip deep in non-sense. she desparingly searched for somthing that eluded her. despair was her keyword. she was terrified that if she didnt do somthing now, nothing would ever get done, she wanted to sleep until better times were coming. she wanted to go back to where she knew she would feel challenged, happy, sane.
she had an evil plot.
wes11b10:
I'm here, my friend. I hope you are okie-dokie but I wouldn't draw that conclusion from your journal entries. I hope that writing it down gets some of it out of you. I miss ya too, buddy! 
wes11b10:
I'm doing pretty well. I've been hanging out with my pal ProAggression quite a lot lately. Please believe me that it gets better. I'm thousands of miles but only a few digits away, so give me a bell if you need to.