Dear Diary...Fuck This
I think I may puke. I just know I'm gonna get fired. She called me for a private meeting at 3. She's gonna ask me a bunch of questions that I already know I don't have answers to. YAY! Holy fuck. This is bad. I don't know what I'm gonna do. This is really bad. I don't think I have ever ever ever been as stressed as I am right now. I fucking hate feeling like this. My head hurts, I'm all shakey and naseous. I wish I didn't care so much. Then, I remember the reason I care is because I really enjoy having a place to live and all the other necessities of life. What am I gonna do?