So not that you'll read this when it fucking matters. Or that it matters at all. But I start work tomorrow. And I'm stressed about it. Because last time I worked in a law office it made me hate my life. And hate the career I thought I liked. I'm worried that the same crap will happen. I'm worried they won't like me like last time. I just. I wasn't meant to live this long. I wasn't meant to deal with this kind of crap. And you don't fucking care. You just want to be an asshole. You want to be a dick to me because I'm fucking worried about you and someone else. So. Sorry you don't get being upset and worried about that. You don't actually give a crap. And you saying I can't be upset about what you did. Like really. I have no right to be upset about that. Seriously. I have no right to be upset about you and someone else. Guess what dude. I didn't start talking to anyone until you fucking did. Until she fucking happened. So shut the fuck up. I can fucking be upset.
