Damm, damn, damn, SHIT!
You’re cursing again.
I fucking KNOW I’m cursing!
No need to shout, you know?
Its shouting or throwing the bloody computer, and maybe the whole stupid desk, thru the window.
Please don’t. I just planted spring onions and garlic under it.
You know? It might be easier if you just talked about what’s bothering you.
Oh… I don’t know. Feeling trapped in a job I no longer enjoy… Seeing all the people I was supposed follow as role-models turn out to be just somewhat more educated pieces of abusive shit… living in a world where intelligence, honesty and basic human decency are seen as something to be ashamed of?
That’s a lot to handle alone.
I know. It’s like one of those fucking itches right in that spot on your back you just can’t scratch. I feel like I’m burning out.
Maybe you just need to stop trying so hard to scratch?
I don’t know how.
You can always ask for help.
Just hold me tight, ok?
Come here, dummy.