Something about losing a job you didn't neccessarily like that is still eating into me.

It's the fact that I didn't have a chance to say the big "Fuck you" I had rehearsed so well on my own to them first before they stabbed it into me. The fact that I know I put in more time and labor into making them think I was a hardworker and then one little thing goes wrong and they fail to remember the countless times I've done things right.

It's about friendship and the fact that I was a good friend and person to these people and yet I doubt if any of them will miss me let alone wonder where I am, what I am doing, stop to think about me, or stretching it, come to see me when they don't see me at work for so long.

It just feels like being slapped before you can retaliate, being slapped by a loved one, someone you love and cherish, being slapped and told, "Get the fuck out of my life." It is just so intense that I fear I may need therapy to open up myself and my dedication to another employer again after this.

I randomnly feel like doing something back, but I can't. Doing something, to show how hurt I am, slightly humliated, and very angry and bitchy at the whole situation, yet I can't be. This is the Holy Week, temptations abound and angry situations will constantly throw themselves at you.

*gnashes teeth* I am still so MAD, geez, get over it, what's wrong with me?