Can I please just have one perfect day? Like old times? Please?

[obliviousaspect]

Yeah, today would've went perfect if I hadn't of went into the cafeteria to change my shoes cause they were killing my ankles, there were these girls that were pointing and looking back at me from their table and CACKLING like the damn fucks do, like normal afro/or ghetto wannabe's act like, they were like "OOOHHWOOOOOAAAAA LUUK AT DEM SHOOZ

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[scapula]

in a dual comment response to both this entry and the last -- i beleive we need to think hard and fast (we being your employees, not you.) on how we can help you get out of there. It's obvious you're having trouble dealing with people around you -- it's obvious to me that things are almost confusing to you in some ways.
Times have changed, and even i can't stand the way they're changing in front of my face -- and i always say i'm the baby of the group. I think there comes a time where we must face the unknown, pull forth and pull through the only resources we have left and just push on. These people around you are only going to be here for so long, and you have already outlived them in certain ways...

I'm not about to tell you to "IGNORE" people like that, because i know full well it's demeaning when people attack you -- when people around you attack others for no reason.

I will stand by you because i understand to a miniscule effect what you're going through. Anger against what seems to be nothing, isn't easy to see through. It's a frightening time, when you can't see through your frustrations -- your annyoances -- and your own fears.

I spent 4 years living with my grandmother, whom i could never tell wether or not i was on broken glass on or not. Maybe an inch of her issues with me is why i'll transiton -- because of hte fact she loves her sons and her male grandchildren more than her daughters in law and her only female grandchild.. but the fact remains man that people can devise a system of complete hatred within someone's soul --

so far that you'll do things you'd never think you'd do. i was ready to do things to people back then i never would do again.

So this pain, and hatred inside -- it burns you within so fast that you can't control it. A fire that you need to control -- it's probably your passions inside finding other ways to come out.

If we the creative do not take care of our needs to express ...

our expressions come forth out in a very indiliberate but frurstratingly angry way sometimes. Or sometimes the opposite -- in a depressive way.

..or both.

I'm here to do all i can to not only work for you, and help you acheive your dreams -- but i will do all i can to direct your passions in the right places from where i stand in the world ..

if you need someone to bounce ideas off for something totally random, pop me an email -- if you need to write a story out but dont want to post it anywhere- write me an email.Do whatever you need to do to make sure you're expressing yourself in any way possible -- your expressionism and creativity isn't finding it's voice.

when it finds it's voice again you'll have a bit more freedom.