I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY I CAN'T EVEN TYPE IT. I HATE FUCKING SIMON, IF HE GOT SHOT NOW I WOULD FUCKING HAVE A PARADE. TODAY WAS THE WORST NIGHT AT WORK EVER. SIMON STARTED CALLING ME A TROLL. AT FIRST I LAUGHED A LONG WITH IT AND FIGURED IF I JUST DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIMHE WOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP. HE DIDN'T. HE WOULD BE LIKE HEY CHRIS, DO YOU LIKE THAT SONG? HEY, DO YOU LIKE IT, TROLL? AND HE WOULD BE LIKE, WHY DON'T YOU GO UNDER YUR BRIDGE, HUH? AND THEN WHEN I WAS FILLING SPRINKLES HE STARTED TELLING THE STORY OF THE THREE BILLY GOATS AND THE TROLL UNDER NEATH THAT ATE THEM. AND HE WROTE ON A PIECE OF PAPER "AMANDA IS A TROLL" AND THAT WAS ALRIGHT, I MEAN, I GUESS I COULD HANDLE THAT. BUT THE THING THAT GOT ME SO FUCKING ANGRY WAS WHEN I WAS HELPING A CUSTOMER. I WAS FILLING A CUP WITH ICE CREAM WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN SOMETHING HARD CAME SHOOTING INTO MY EYE. I SCREAMED, BECAUSE I WAS SO SURPRISED, AND I LOOK UP, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT I SEE? FUCKING DOUCHEBAG SIMON WITH A SPOON LAUGHING. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I COULDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING. I WAS SO ANGRY. I FELT BAD FOR THE GUY I WAS HELPING. HE ASKED ME IF I WAS ALRIGHT. I DIDN'T ANSWER. I KEPT MAKING HIS SUNDAE. I WAS SO ANGRY THAT I GOT HOT FUDGE OVER THE SIDES OF THE CUP. SO I WIPED IT ON SIMON. THEN AFTER THAT. A FEW MINUTES LATER, SIMON TOOK THIS HUGE GLOB OF FUDGE, MORE THAN I HAD WIPED ON HIM, AND WIPED IT ON MY SHOULDER. I HAD TO GET A NEW SHIRT. THEN I DECIDED I WANTED TO DIE. AND ALL THE WHILE SIMON IS TELLING ME TO GO KILL MYSELF, ASKING ME IF I SIT IN THE LUGGAGE COMPARTMENT OF THE BUS, LEANING DOWN TO TALK TO ME, AND CALLING ME A FUCKING LOSER. EXCUSE FUCKING ME, BUT WHERE DID IT SAY ON THE GOD DAMN JOB APPLICATION THAT I HAD TO BE FUCKING MADE FUN OF CONSTANTLY? I MEAN HE DIDN'T EVEN FUKCING LET UP. AFTER HE FLUNG THE SHIT IN MY EYE, I DIDN'T SPEAK FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT. I SLAMMED EVERYTHING AROUND. SIMON KEPT TRYING TO TALK TO ME AND WHEN I WOUDLN'T ANSWER HE WOULD JUST TURN TO CHRIS AND THEY WOULD LAUGH. HE ASKED IF I WAS G0ING TO KILL MYSELF. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO TAKE A SHOTGUN AND SHOOT IT SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. HE SAW HOW FUCKING PISSED I WAS, BUT HE STILL KEPT TALKING TO ME AND MAKING MIDGET JOKES. AND THEN AT THE END OF THE NIGHT WE COUNTED TIPS. I WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ARMS FOLDED. OF COURSE, SIMONM COMES IN FRONT OF ME AND STARTS COPYING ME. SO I WENT AND SAT IN THE STAIRCASE AND WAITED FOR MY FATHER TO COME. THEN JESSE CAME TO GIVE ME MY TIPS. I SAID I DIDN'T WANT THEM. I WASN'T GOING TO TAKE THAT GOD DAMN DISGUSTING MONEY. IF THIS IS WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH IN ORDER TO GET 7 FUCKING DOLLARS THEN FUCK IT. HE WAS LIKE JUST TAKE IT, COME ON AND I WAS LIKE NO, SO HE PUT IT NEXT TO ME AND WALKED AWAY. THEN AFTER A WHILE OF SITTING THERE I WENT OUTSIDE AND SAT. I COUDLN'T FUCKING BE IN THERE ANYMORE. AND I AM GLAD TO SAY I DID NOT TAKE MY TIPS. I FUCKING CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WHEREVER I GO I HAVE TO BE MADE FUN OF. I THOUGHT AT WORK EVERYONE WOULD RESPECT ME. BUT NO ONE FUCKING DOES. THEY DON'T EVEN SEE ME AS A FUCKING HUMAN BEING. I JUST SOME HUGE BLOB THAT COMES IN TWICE A WEEK TO WORK AND MY ONLY PURPOSE IS TO SIT THERE AND BE CALLED A TROLL. I FEEL SO GOD DAMN WORTHLESS. NO ONE WILL EVER SEE PAST MY SHORTNESS AND UGLINESS. JUST WHEN I GOT SOME FUCKING CONFIDENCE IN MYSELF, EVERY LAST OUNCE OF IT GOES DOWN THE DRAIN. NO ONE WILL EVER LIKE ME. I AM TOO MUCH OF A TROLL TO BE LIKED. I FUCKING WANT TO DIE.