I can feel the familiar watering of my eyes accompanied by my throat pushing bile upward. I make no sound as I cover my mouth with my hand, standing up from my position on our dorm's wooden floor and stumble my way to the bathroom. I swing the door open and lock it behind me clumsily. I barely make it to the toilet, bending over and throwing up something soft and... lilac?

Handwritten Notes by anonymous D.

I parked my car and headed towards the shop, "Fun Boys" that's what its called. I've been working here for a year now and I hope to get promoted. Being a plain old employee sucks, I do my work I stay professional, I should at least get a promotion. I'll find out today, even if I don't get store manager, I think I deserve store supervisor. PLEASE let me get something, PLEASE.