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At 4:30pm Friday afternoon, I lost it.

I had given all I could give. I imploded. Almost cried.

I had 10 more jobs to go, from what started out at over 110. It's the hardest I've probably ever worked in my life, and I just couldn't do any more.

I felt so defeated.

At 4:30pm on Saturday afternoon, I went to my cousin's baby shower. She's roughly a week off giving birth to her first born son. The father is a douche bag, and I'd like to knock some sense into him. Le sigh.

At 4:30pm today, I started to feel very sick. Probably from the deep tissue massage I had earlier in the day. I'm exhausted, and aching. But a good kind of exhausted and aching y'know?

I want to get something off my chest that's been bugging me for some time now.

I really enjoyed the e-company of so many of you. Hell I even enjoyed the physical company of some of you too. Now.. I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you.

How can you know what I went through, and act as if it never happened? How can you pander to their shit, with well wishes and support?

I'm so disappointed by the actions of some of you. I'm disgusted by this circle jerk of bullshit. Is it just because you haven't been fucked over yet? Or you've been fucked over so many times its just normal to you now?