things will come up

damned co-workers sending mass emails to everyone in the dept, thinking it's cute and harmless. little do they know one of those pictures is the exact same cartoon that my ex special ordered on a t-shirt for me once.

it was one of the gifts from him i returned in the mail along with his mixed cds and artwork he gave me. god i fucking hate what he did. i miss him so much, and it hurts relentlessly. i hate myself for digging such a big hole for myself... it's so hard to get out. i try to inch my way up and scale these walls to get to the top so i can get out, then a stupid fucking co-worker sends an unsolicited email with annoying cartoons telling everyone to "cheer up, it's friday!". i'll fucking cheer up once i'm out of this fucking building, dumbass!