Delete.

There's only so much crap you can take in one day. *sigh*

Again, the Boss Therapist sits down and has a conversation with me about my negative attitude and how its affecting everyone. Today, I must have drunk a cup of self-enraged bravado because I lashed back, "Is my attitude affecting you?"

Also, when he said, "I've been noticing that some of the things you say is not the Poet I know," I'm right back in his face going, "Yeah? What did I say? What did I do?"

At the end of the day, really, its not about my attitude and I think he knows that. Having Lady Hitler as a senior colleague doesn't help because her damn fscking big mouth tells all and sundry to him. Its about the insecurity that this place provides and I'm wondering why the damn hell I'm still here for. I want some form of direction. I want to be able to know what's happening next and to be perfectly honest, I'm wondering why I'm stuck here looking at the same piece of shit everyday.

Maybe I should take a spoonful of my own medicine. Get the hell out while I still can. Come on, Poet. Get some guts and get moving. Can't let the world take over just like that, you know? Can't be a coward now, Poet. Do what you gotta do. I know you're scared shitless but you HAVE to keep moving.

So here I am. Deleting my Facebook account. Oh yeah. You heard me right.

I think its about time. I spend wayy too much time on it. It's one of the first things I turn to in the morning when I can be doing something else more productive with my time. I want to disengage.