I don't care if she needed to go (she did) she didn't need to go the day after she was mugged (she pretty much cried the whole day, but I wasn't allowed to let her go home because, well, they had to keep her around to fire her)
Tim doesn't understand SHIT.
I want Tom here. I want him here so god awfully much.
I want to talk to Chuck but he won't FUCKING RESPOND TO MY MAIL.
and I'm randomly crying.
a neurotic ball of hate.
I worry over what I singe, but I keep on burning?
I dunno how I'll go back.
I dunno if I can.
I need someone here now.
and there's no one to grab.
and yeah, I've gotten used to that... that doesn't make it suck any less.
I might recarve my leg tomorrow.