3.20.2009

I was going to write a lot of angry things here.
I was going to say EXACTYLY what is on my mind right this second.
I started, then I stopped. It's better this way.

I'm really fucking angry. I'll admit that much.
I'm sorry that I don't want to deal with fighting when I'm at work.
I'm sorry I don't want to start crying infront of the kitchen staff.
I;m sorry that Ididn't want to get into it because,
in case you haven't noticed, girls working in the kitchen catch
a lot of fucking flack. I'm the youngest, and the only girl.
I have to work twice as hard as anyone else just to get any
damn meausre in that place. So, I'm sorry that I don't want
to deal with fights in the middle of work.

I'm also sorry that you don't want to deal with my overly guilty ass.
At least I know how you feel about it. Thanks for insulting me.

I added three people to my list of "people who have seen me cry".
AWESOME.

GOD, I'M SO ANGRY.