I'M SICK TO DEATH OF HEARING PEOPLE COMPLAIN! I'D TRADE LIVES WITH JUST ABOUT ANYONE IN A SPLIT SECOND! ALL I WANT TO DO IT BURST INTO TEARS OR GO THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF WHEN I HEAR PEOPLE COMPLAINING! THE GIRL AT WORK WHO'S PG IS COMPLAINING ABOUT BEING BLOATED! I DON'T CARE! I LIKE HER, BUT NOW SHE'S SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A $%CKING CRY-BABY, AND I'M NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. WAH-WAH-WAH. PEOPLE JUST NEED TO LEARN TO SHUT THE $#$& UP. GET OVER IT. YOU WANT PROBLEMS?!? I'D TAKE YOUR PROBLEMS IN A MINUTE. I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT SOME REAL $#%&@#* PROBLEMS!

There's still a shadow from the blood stain on my wall from last year when my "husband" drove butcher knife through his hand and I had to have him ED'd ("Emergency Detained" by the police) to get him to the ER. Amongst the truckload of other awful, evil, horrible, inconsiderate, hateful, mean, nasty things he's done that I've scratched and clawed and screamed and fought against. Because he's completely insane. And no one knows it except me. But who am I? What could I possibly know. His kids can drop dead for all I care. I hate them all.

And I got an earful this past weekend from my mother about how my sister had has such a hard year. Oh, please, she doesn't know from tough. I'm supposed to feel sorry for her, or even GIVE A CRAP when she's caused her own problems?!?!?

I tell you, I may have to walk around with earplugs, cause I can't take the world anymord.

I'm so close to the edge...I have to get out of here. I hate this place. I hate the whole god-forsaken city. But all I can think about is using this stupid job to save money so then I can do whatever. And run away. Because right now I have nothing but all this 'stuff' in this house chained around my ankles. But I don't think I can take much more, and there's no way I could start a new job. I don't have the brain-power available.

God, please just put me out of my misery.

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