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2015-06-21 - 1:08 a.m.
I snapped at work tonight. Things are happening and it's not helping me that I can't write about it. But I can't. Because it's all hurtful and awful and too many people read this diary who are directly involved in all the stuff I need to write about. But...to put it in a little blurb so that I can remember later, because I am not even writing about this stuff in my own private journal, (and, oh, actually I don't even have my own private fucking journal because I've been too scared to write things for years and years)...I've expressed a need to be alone and that honest and delayed admittance of a need was responded to with a flurry of attention and constant presence. Which led me to freaking out at work tonight because I've had people in my fucking face for a week fucking straight and I'm done. So when Nancy says for the one billionth time, "is there something I can do for you, hon?", I'm gonna lose it and tell everyone to shut the fuck up and get out of my face. I'm allowed a freak out every five years. |
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