Butterfly, Get up!

It's 12:52, and I'm still in bed.

I should have been at work at 11, 12 or 1.

I'm still in bed.

My GM is an arse and he's picking on me.

I want to cry.

I wan to go back to last week when I was manic and didn't need to write this f*cking blog!

I hate this sh*t! I hate my GM.

I hate that I judge myself for not being able to apply "The Secret" principles.

I hate that I'm looking like a f*cking incompetent arse, and I can't tell anyone why?

The owner can't protect me forever.