Death

I don’t have much to say. I lost my job again.

{D}’s attorney said in the arbitration hearing today that he is afraid of me. I laughed. The man who said I couldn’t hurt him, but he could hurt me. The man who threatened to murder me. The man who said he wasn’t afraid of me is scared of me now.

Little ole me—terrifying men from across the continent. Hilarious.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find a job and possibly the will to live.

Why did I get fired? They thought I fell asleep at work. I didn’t. I just don’t sleep at night because I wake up screaming {D}’s name. My eyes were heavy, and everyone there didn’t like me because no one likes me, and I shouldn’t be alive at this point.

I should have taken a fucking nap. At least I could have gotten a little sleep.

Death has to be easier than this.