The patience level continues to fall, people that i place my trust in seem to only have their best interests at heart and not the person's that should be important.. i guess i should not be surprised this is the usual way things work in the world i am so closely associated with. when one of the mantra's among us is cover your own ass.. why complain when somethings not right? when do I leave because i can't finacally? when do i decide that my own mental health needs counter balances my need to eat and take care of my son? i think I need to find something else and soon, I'm am sick of snaked toungues and other peoples mistakes, that somehow inventialblly i am becoming blamed for.
Current Mood: Angry.
Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.
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