One foot out the door

One foot in my heart. 

You have no idea what you do to me, 

And you will never know. 

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Day 3

Understand me when I say this, if you whistle at me like I’m a dog when I’m at work, I will not answer to you or come over and help you. That’s so disrespectful and not to mention rude. That being said, work was okay tonight and I’m emotionally stable. I just wish that I could belong somewhere and not feel completely weird when I’m surrounded by people. Anxiety attacks become me. I can fake nice pretty well. 
Bye bye.