EACH TIME you read this, read it to the end please.
Please, understand, I warned ya. You’re not going to find these facts and understatements kindly.
I get by cause I don’t lie.
I often wonder why I cry over shit that’s not even mine to worry about. But then I keep moving TF on. Dw, everything i mention in my writing is only my best guess. Only take 98% of this shit seriously. Please.
For starters how do you keep that straight face on your face when all I can count are lies.
1. I’m 99% sure SEVERAL of your “great”/ honest/ best employees are there f*cking SEVERAL of your paying clients. That’s only bothering me this morning cause I’m finding myself asking where’s mine.
(Believe me, I’ve been approached. That door closed cause I have morals and instincts)
Also, I’ll keep this light.. do your fn job. If you’re not matching my efforts in life you’re not sticking to your mission statement and putting your clients first. Why should you be getting reimbursed for hours you say count if I’m doing 98% of your job for you?
Check in later for updates. I have therapy to do. Get outta here! Thanks!
(Good thing I don’t need to worry about certain people readingOR responding to this post).
if they did they would know throwing everybody under the bus is often often my last defense.
All you had to f*cking do was answer/ reply to one f*cking email. That’s it! Some actual reassurance would have been great too.
I’ve been biting my tongue for years it feels like. I’m on anti-fricking-depressants and I’m the happiest person I know. I’m not pointing fingers at all because I tried being super nice. Remember shitting your pants over the word “affection?” I fn do.
Moving on is what I do. Take notes. Get over yourself. Be accountable. Look in the mirror, cry and point at yourself. You. Messed. This. Up. FOR ME, for you, for her her and her, Dork.
“STOP AND THINK, Kyle”
I think I finally am. Thanks. I’m standing up for myself too. Aren’t you proud?
I don’t get away with shit I don’t even do. Yet.. yet I’m made to feel like the worst person in the world. I do better than even you could ask for, and still my emotional well-being and name gets more shit than I ever even dreamed possible. Go dwell on your own time, please.
Before you even ask me about this post or give me those innocent eyes, PLEASE print out the last years worth of posts and underline in RED PEN every lie you read. Thanks!
You can’t even complain about my venue of choice here without saying you must have ignored every single time I reached out and let my heart bleed on the DL. I tried to get all of this “nonsense” out, sent freaking novels to ALL my “supports” to no avail. Are you sensing my distaste and distrust yet? F*ckin A I had to over explain and expose myself to my latest specialist because you birds keep your head below sea level and in the sand unless it fits YOUR PLAN. 😊👋💋❤️