My fingers adjust on the wooden handle.

My breath hitches but is hot.

I will not tolerate a life I do not deserve!

I won’t let you take it from me.

Nobody will care about your disappearance.

They’ll say a quick, “oh, what a shame,” and move on.

Inconsiderate people take up space that’s needed. You’re a waste.

If you didn’t want the job, you shouldn’t have taken the fucking job.

Now people who didn’t ask to be treated like shit are paying because you’re a miserable person. Get a fucking hobby.