Barely though.
So I fucking hate my job. I fucking hate working so much and I fucking hate working mornings. I fucking hate that I have to get rid of my butterflies and I fucking hate that my boss is constantly breathing down my neck. I fucking hate that I am allowed to cut and have those marks but not my butterflies which are KEEPING me from cutting my other arm. I fucking hate getting yelled at all the time. I fucking hate always having to pretend I am happy when I'd rather just be cutting or dead. I fucking hate everything.
Yeah, I just wrote that. -_- Oh well. I seriously just wanted to cut myself so fucking bad in the middle of the lunch rush. If I was smart I would keep my little red bag up front. but of course i'm a fucking idiot and hide it in my purse which I keep in the office. FML.
-Katie
So I fucking hate my job. I fucking hate working so much and I fucking hate working mornings. I fucking hate that I have to get rid of my butterflies and I fucking hate that my boss is constantly breathing down my neck. I fucking hate that I am allowed to cut and have those marks but not my butterflies which are KEEPING me from cutting my other arm. I fucking hate getting yelled at all the time. I fucking hate always having to pretend I am happy when I'd rather just be cutting or dead. I fucking hate everything.
Yeah, I just wrote that. -_- Oh well. I seriously just wanted to cut myself so fucking bad in the middle of the lunch rush. If I was smart I would keep my little red bag up front. but of course i'm a fucking idiot and hide it in my purse which I keep in the office. FML.
-Katie
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