July 3, 2017
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What is the fucking point in talking to you?! I do not believe what I heard about setting me up with a fucking virus all over my hands was set-up a week in advance. Bull-shit!!!! Anything can be changed!!!! You were all aware of how bad this would have an effect on me and choose not to have my best interests at heart.
I have what looks like a worm growing under my skin. I do not have time for this fucking bull-shit!!!!
Who would want to work for an who constantly sets their best up for failure every day?! Who would want to for an who harms and hurts their own fucking , who in spite of everything still chooses to be loyal to the person who touched her knee in the bar and gave her the smile as he left?! Why would I still want to at a place of business who goes to such great length to degrade and belittle the one person who brought the world to them. You need me. I do not need you. Because I do not want to be a .
I am not your fucking detective! I am not your fucking Sherlock!
Fire every person involved in invading my home and spreading virus everywhere!!!!!
Because of this I will no longer use that knee.
Because of this any idea of creativity has left me.
Because of this what is the point of demanding creative control to me alone?! When you are powerless to even make that happen!
What is the point of you?!
Who would take the good and beautiful that I see in people and use against them?! To harm and hurt them?!
What is the point of you if you have no power whatsoever?!
I am so miserably unhappy and pissed the fuck off!!!
Cherith J Gjestland