Anger

I am in a door-slamming mood.  Door slamming and holding back tears.  A few things that I can't write about have made me so angry and I feel so betrayed....  If I'd made this damn thing anonymous, I would be ranting and ranting right now.  But I can't.

Stupid fucking morals and ethics.  Privacy.  Argh.

Don't worry Mom.  I got your message, but I worked until 10:45 and work all day tomorrow.  It will all be fine, but today I'm angry. 

Not AT my Mom.  Just reassuring my Mom, okay people?

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