When the fuck will it end? The more I’m around other humans, specifically in an office context, the more I want to take a pickaxe and embed it repeatedly into their clueless, worthless faces. I mean, think about it. We spend the majority of our waking lives trapped in a building full of other people, often with little in common other than the fact that through some strange twist of fate, we happened to get THAT job in THAT particular place. We didn’t choose it, at least not without knowing what it REALLY came with. Isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? How many times can a person be expected to tolerate spineless cuntbuckets backstabbing you before they snap? In case it isn’t clear, I fucking HATE humans.
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