Feb. 6

I can't put up with this shit any longer.

I walked up to your door at the start of lunch. You were sitting at your desk, typing. I knocked and you looked up.

You: come on in, my dear.

I closed the door and sat down at the desk closest to yours. My hands were shaking. I clenched my fists to make them stop. Then I looked right at you.

Me: there is something I have to tell you.

84Lbs