You hiss out when your hip makes contact with the concrete ground and just then, you feel like bursting into a fit of nasty sobs. But of course your habit gets in the way and you start hysterically laughing.

“What are you looking at?” You snap at the people who stop walking to stare at you – like you’re some sort of national geographic special – Jesus Christ. Why am I such a freak?

You control your hysterical laughter and stare down at the dirty ground, you look up when your feel eyes on you and frown at the man staring down at you, an umbrella shielding him from the showers. “What?”

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“Wow,” You finally said, wiping your nose – wiping the snot that had started dripping from your nostrils after your little scene of hysterical laughter. You cleaned up your nose and placed the tissue on your boss’ table – former boss. You stared at your former boss’ ugly blue tie, unable to look him in the eye. “Why?” You swallowed thickly.

“You do a great job,” You watched as he his lips and straightened his posture, “Heck; you do a better job than most women who have been here for years –”

You interrupted him impatiently, “Then why am I being fired?!” You demanded, almost angry. What right did he have to shower you with useless compliments after firing you? Was that supposed to make you feel better or what? Point was, you felt like and the compliments were doubling the awful feeling.

“First,” He paused, “There is your impatience,”

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"Wow, I'm actually a really miserable person."

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Warning

If curse words and typos make you cry; go away. 

Notes

☆ I'm alive. 

SFN

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