That I can open up and rant my little heart out. I know no one will read this or care, but I have so much on my mind. I know that my work is going to fire me and a big part of me doesn’t care. I’ve been through so much bullshit there, it’s not even funny. I’ve trusted people that I shouldn’t. I’ve been stabbed in the back. I’ve been lied to my face. I’ve been physical assaulted. I’ve been sexually harassed by my boss. You name it, it’s probably happened there. And here I am getting fired because I copped an attitude with my boss. You know what, maybe if you weren’t such a fucking dick to EVERYONE, I wouldn’t have done it. I just wanted 15 minutes to eat my food when it was hot. You could have gave me 5 minutes and I would have been happy. FIVE FUCKING MINUTES! But no, you had to be an ass and now I’m being punished for getting bitchy. Well, you know what it’s really fucking hard to respect someone who sexts you, smacks your ass at work, pesters you for fucking pictures of you nude, etc. Can you blame me? No, you can’t. You’re a low-life, piece of shit. And here you are going to get me fired because I got pissy with you. Like you don’t act like a dick to every one of your employees. I just.. am heart broken, because I have friends there that I do care about. People I DID enjoy seeing, no matter how shitty you treat me or the rest of your managers do. I’m getting punished because I stood up. And I know what you’re going to do, you’re going put allll the shit I’ve done in the past on me. I know you are, because that’s the kind of person you are. I guess I deserve this. I’m a shitty person, this is what I get. I hurt people, I’ve back stabbed people there too, so I guess this is my true punishment. God, I just fucking hate it. I can’t be jobless and homeless. I can’t keep expecting my friend’s mom to take care of me. I guess I better pack my shit and head home with my tail between my legs.