I'm at home. In the dark. typing. I decided to skip work today. Not because i wanted to play truant but because i can't work in an environment with someone always breathing behind your back. I hate Mas 'a.k.a mother goose' (who is btw just a asst supervisor in my shop- and who only cares about what my manager thinks of her because she only wants to get promoted every fucking time). I hate Marie 'a.k.a conniving fox' (who's this filipino biatch who always adds fire into the oil and has been polluting Mas 's mind with her never ending assumptions abt me). Basically if i continue working at that shithole of a place, i will turn up to be a very very very absolutely fucking unhappy life-form . Now would you please let me go before i cause any more damages into your lives.
What i need right now is a stick of cigarette. shit!
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