My job has me tired. I don't understand why God has me at this job when i don't respect many people here. At home I pray that its safe but the attitude there is unbearable and still I bare it and I am as kind as I can be.  I swear when I am alone it's best I love my self. These people stink, I have my own scent and it may not be pleasant to others but its pleasant to me. Just be stoic everything will be ok. Everything will be grand just show them. It is a bag of idiocy. In my part I am the Joker the untamed heart, the dreamer, the lover, the friend the unbearable one that talk's back that stands up for himself.