beating a now dead horse...
so apparently one of my recent journal entries has caused alot of drama at my former place of employment. it's the one called "the end"... just to reiterate THIS IS MY FUCKING JOURNAL... i'm sorry if you don't agree with what i wrote... but i write what i'm thinking and that's just the way it is... not to be a dick, but it's a privilege for people to be able to read my thoughts... i, for one, do not write in this journal for other people (with the exception of this post). i write in it for me. i like to remember things. and i think it's nice to be able to go back and read about things i was thinking about at the time. one of you has betrayed my trust, which is not cool at all. i don't feel it's necessary to say anything to you, because we were never good friends to begin with... and i think that's where I fucked up... trying to be interested in someone i could care less about... and one of you i'd like to thank for informing me of this recent drama... i don't feel the need to name drop, which might cause even more drama... but you know who you are... reflecting on how i felt at the time of my termination, i think what i wrote in my journal is light compared to what i was really thinking... i went so light because i feared what people might think of my writings... and that's another part that i fucked up... i shouldn't have to censor myself in the sanctity of my own haven... if you don't like what i have to say, take me off your fucking friends list... as nerdy as that sounds, that's the way i feel right now... i enjoy reading other people's journals, just because i don't get to see everyone as often as i'd like and i like knowing what's going on in their lives... it's nice to think that people feel the same, when reading my journal... but nothing that i say is open for discussion... i can't... nay, i won't compromise my feelings even for the people whom i've grown to like immensely over the years... and i'll be the first to point out that i got fired for something that i did, or failed to do.... and it's nobodies fault but my own... but i am allowed to be pissed off without it being the topic of everyone's fucking conversations... i don't have any ill will towards anyone, as long as people do what they feel makes them happy i could give a fuck less... my new job is amazing, and the people i've met are amazing... i feel like i've grown more as a person in the past week than i have in a long time... i was forced to try something new and i am thankful for that... because who knows how long i would have been stuck in the rut, unhappy and poor...
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