Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Paper

Fuck you all for using my life as a waste of time trash can for all your dirty thoughts, emotions, and opinions. Do I look like I give a shit? I'm editor-in-chief of a paper, not your fucking therapist. You can't force me into doing things. You can't force me into training people. Fix your own problems and stop messing with MY LIFE.

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