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The Day that Evil Won.

Sitting around all weekend brooding accomplishes nothing, today i took the time to get some of my gears in order and start moving back to a place where i can call a normal life, i can't let this thing or these people consume me, esp.. when i find that even my employer is playing a game of the avoid dance, it figures, no one is going to take responsibility.. because there's no point in supporting someone if they are innocent and they know that, it's about money, not about the man.... I can't imagine how pissed off i am at everyone, i am so exhausted from the fucking endless insomnia that i literally had to force myself to stay awake all day today to do business i needed to do, burning both ends of the candle isn't healthy and i don't want to keep doing it but for a few days it is necessary. there is a feeling inside at the pit of my my fucking stomach that is pure anger, but i know as long as hold my head up high and listen to my heart and mind that i can overcome this, as vile as it is... you want to destroy my career, i challenge you to try, all you've taken from me so far is a job, one i hated and one i wanted away from, i have basically decided not to go back, so basically at this point you are doing me a favor, you knew i wanted out... this just wasn't the way i wanted to leave, but of course much like everything in my life, it's gotta be on your terms, and if not I rebel, and then you try and enforce consequences, Unforgettably this time i believe the consequences will be backfiring on you, you don't know the hell you've unleashed introducing the system into this, if there was one thing i did not want in my adult life or that child's life it's the system, but of course now that you've opened Pandora's fucking box,you will probably live to regret it, but i hope one day that decision haunts you...

Current Mood: Brooding.
The dreams of the broken are mightier than the wishes of the dead.

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