I started a whim-y needlepoint project with three blues, the palest having a hint of yellow, plus ecru. Maybe I wasn't as desperate enough; I was unsure for the last while whether I was still sick or lazy. Once out of the tunnel, though, life looks so clear and there is that grip on my own life I hadn't felt for months.
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Yahaira:
Any ideas on why a person would behave that way?
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
Why is she so obsessed with trying to ruin my happiness when I've been nothing but good to her?
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
Am I the problem or is she just a sociopath?
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
She tries to cause trouble for everyone.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
I was already having a horrible day and she goes out of her way to blatantly try to make it worse.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
I have done nothing to this girl but try to help her and she tries to unsuccessfully humiliate me and thinks that I'm not going to hear it.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
My handwriting, which everyone in the building has seen, looks nothing like what is on the card.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
Anyway, this coworker (who is an 18 year old girl by the way) very loudly tells another that I wrote the card and sent them to myself.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
He lives on the west coast, I live in the Midwest.
(16 September 2016)
Yahaira:
My boyfriend very sweetly sent me flowers as he often does because he can't always be with me.
(16 September 2016)
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