dawn

Please don’t dig into my private life.

We can just call it a degree of respect.

I would never do that to you, if the roles were reversed.

Freedom of speech is my favorite one. All those “rights”.

The ability to open your mouth, educated or not, experienced or not, correct or not.

It’s not the point.

It’s the point if you’re trying to be heard.

If you need those likes, if you need that approval,,

I see it ruin a lot of entertainers.

But I’m not an entertainer and this isn’t a stage.

It’s something else altogether.

So ..

With respect to our capitalistic union, our boss and worker hierarchy,

I recommend that you leave this place.

It’s not for you.

And it won’t be stifled.

Under any circumstances.

Love ya,mean it.

Incredibly grateful for the position and longevity.

But this is mine.

And it means more to me than opinion.

I give you my mind 8 hours a day, relentlessly, I attack and defeat every task brought to my feet.

I adapt to it.

But you’re surrounded by “yes men”, and I’ll never be that..

I told the others and I’ll tell you too,

You can’t take away my fucking diary.

Not happening.

As long as I’m alive, I’ll spill it, with only one motivation.

Outlet.

I know that’s tough to understand but it’s not my responsibility to explain it to you.

I behave.

I do the work at the wage we have agreed upon.

And I’ve been very loyal.

Please don’t come here, I will try to only say it once.

This place is not for you .

Let’s talk about how much gets swept under the rug financially, mistakes that get made and you never see.

Because someone has tricked him into believing that they’re “friends”.

That shit toxic.

I’m just trying to go work. Be left alone.

I’m really offended that you would pry like this.

Please don’t fuck with my personal life or lack thereof.

Don’t fuck with my diary.

It’s the one place I have that’s free. Or at least, has the ability to be free.