I HATE PEOPLE! :(

GYYYYYYYYYAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!


I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I HATE PEOPLE! I HATE EVERYONE! *PULLING HAIR OUT*

Woah. I can't take people sometimes. I just can't. I can't stand the deceit and lies and backstabbing and bitchy hormonal women....I hate women. I really do. I even hate the fact that I AM one.

One thing you just DON'T tell me or my Dad is that we don't care about the bakery. GYYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Are you KIDDING?!? The bakery is my LIFE! Work never stops when I sign out, no, it keeps going all the way home, it's on my mind...I come home and we discuss ideas for the bakery, we talk about how to improve on things....it doesn't stop after that, I go out and I keep in contact with my mom who is at the bakery, we discuss more things, there's problems, someone can't come in because they're a FUCK, this one said this, this one did this to a customer, this one said this, this one didn't do this....My life is the bakery. And despire how this all sounds, I love the bakery. It'll be my whole life some day, it's my everything. It's my dad's everything. He did this for our future...He never stops working...he's either at the bakery, out buying something for the bakery, he's out fixing the truck for the bakery, he's ordering things for the bakery, he's calling people regarding the bakery...he goes to bed finally and he comes back out to tell us something more about the bakery. It's his life. It's his love, it's his passion. He's the smartest man I've ever known in my entire life and I don't think I could ever live up to his expectations. My family is just making a living by owning their own business and succeeding greatly at it...we can pay the bills now and buy things we never could before...for someone to talk about me and my dad and my mom and to even go as far as to say we just don't care, I can't take that. Someone is going to hear from me tomorrow and it won't be pretty. I can't take it. I can't be all cheery when I just heard one of the girls call my father an asshole. I just can't take that. Fucking trailor trash is what half of them are, like they have any right to say anything? Oh, just because we might be able to afford something you can't or that YOU are taking orders from US, that means you can backstab everything my father has done for MY family. Don't even. I swear to god. I can't take it anymore. It's a rude awakening when you own your own business...as much as I know it's better than working for someone, it has its major frustrations associated with it...you realize how people really are...you realize that people aren't nice...people don't generally care about you--truth is that people don't give a fuck about you. People are generally heartless. It's just the truth. That's all.

Ok, I'm frustrated...I have to go scream into a pillow and then eat some chocolate.

Here's some good advice: Live life for yourself, not for anyone else. God is that some good advice...