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Hate, odium, rancor, spleen.
Life is terrible.
my boss has been replaced with a tiger shark that hasn't had food since courtney love was sane.
So now she's smelling blood in the water and her eyes are like shiney onyx. Nothing to see any form of humanity on her face anylonger.
And I fear for my job.
Everyone here is in fear of losing their job. Isn't that a nice environment to work in?!
My stomach is a wreck. I feel like hell, and all I want to do is punch something till my hands are broken and dripping with blood. I have so much rage and hate in me that I feel like I am going to die.
Die from all the poisoning thats in me, that is if I don't get it out of me and quick.
I don't have an outlet to give all this beautiful bile to.
I really wish I had a punching bag.
Or maybe just a piece of wood to punch on.
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2004-10-12 - 6:26 p.m.
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