Michael15651
Destined Virgin.
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From previous thread:
May 28th
I’m good to return back to work Monday. But I don’t want to go back to a job I hate. The job that’s on the verge of firing me.
I loved being in the hospital. I loved the anesthesia. I loved feeling like I didn’t have to worry about anything.
Now it’s back to reality. My one chance of dying and I fucked it up. I fucking hate myself.
I’m back to work. I got a text today from one of the higher ups. They want to see me tomorrow morning (I work at night) to discuss a mistake I made. I could either be fired or suspended tomorrow.
I purposely threw myself down the stairs and hurt my foot. I needed an excuse. Buy myself time. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. Maybe it’s the steroids talking. Maybe I’m just losing it. I even buzzed my head because I hated what I saw in the mirror.
I didn’t answer him. I’m texting my supervisor (I’m sure he knows I will be suspended) that I fell down the stairs and want to use vacation.
I fucking wish I died that night. The thread where I talked about being sick, I wish the ambulance never came.
The only thing I have going for me is my physique. Everyone is complimenting me
May 28th
I’m good to return back to work Monday. But I don’t want to go back to a job I hate. The job that’s on the verge of firing me.
I loved being in the hospital. I loved the anesthesia. I loved feeling like I didn’t have to worry about anything.
Now it’s back to reality. My one chance of dying and I fucked it up. I fucking hate myself.
I’m back to work. I got a text today from one of the higher ups. They want to see me tomorrow morning (I work at night) to discuss a mistake I made. I could either be fired or suspended tomorrow.
I purposely threw myself down the stairs and hurt my foot. I needed an excuse. Buy myself time. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. Maybe it’s the steroids talking. Maybe I’m just losing it. I even buzzed my head because I hated what I saw in the mirror.
I didn’t answer him. I’m texting my supervisor (I’m sure he knows I will be suspended) that I fell down the stairs and want to use vacation.
I fucking wish I died that night. The thread where I talked about being sick, I wish the ambulance never came.
The only thing I have going for me is my physique. Everyone is complimenting me
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