That's It..I've had it...........

I'm quitting my job...why procrastinate the inevitable..I am so sick, so disgusted, so grossed out.......this freakin psycho....with camera in hand...once freakin again....takes my picture....how I hate her...how I don't even look her way, no eye contact..no good morning...NOTHING....
And I know I can be a real prick...I'll say good morning to everyone but you...you can be within a 2ft radius..talking to the person who gets a good morning from me and yea...I'll just walk right away...making you feel like the piece of garbage that you really are....so this picture..freakin nine o'clock in the freakin morning..can she get away from me..I've documented and logged my complaint..even spoke to my attorney friend who swears this is far from over..says she has a shrine of my pictures...buried in the back of her closet...what does she want with me..why can't I be left alone...this will get dangerous....and I need to bolt...the most important thing in my whole fucking life is my safety...I avoid everyone...all people at all cost...never put myself in the line of fire...don't keep company with people unless I am guaranteed that level of safety that I need...and now..at my own freakin job...a woman none the less...I can't cope...I can't deal...I am going to the nearest cave with wireless access and I will stay there....this is how I feel...I want nothing...nothing at all...but my safety....I want people far away from me....what is she doing with my picture...I hate to be messed with...so as all of her sick and twisted actions have been officially documented for my protection..I added this one today...held my stomach and told my boss that I am through..I want out..I want my peace...she won'tl et me go...I'm the better worker, better person of course...but I don't know what to do..let me tell you something...I am not a picture person to begin with.....the one on here from August, I believe..was taken right before this summer, '06, last actual picture I took was during the holiday time with my family...before that...it was September, when I was a judge, in a gown..for the Italian Federation...and had to sit on the panel with all of the others to judge a competition slash pageant.....that's it...no freakin pictures here...I've had it...I'm still so upset..so annoyed..so grossed out....feel the need to just puke..this is how sick I get over this creepy stuff...she is creeping me out...so when she took the picture...of me by myself....I glance and would you believe....this bitch is wearing my necklace...a necklace I received as a gift from one of our big, big bosses...where the hell did she get it from...so I went to the boss...who of course, could not believe she had that same medallion piece...which is a very rare cross of crosses...I can't believe...and I can't even begin to tell you how I felt...big, big, boss gave it to me..told me to wear it...it'll keep the evil away because she knows this freakin loony just doesn't stay away from me...how freakin ironic...here I wear it all of the time...and now..the one who its supposed to protect me from...is wearing the same freakin cross....I can't...I just can't..................I'm sick....Talking to daddy tomorrow....daddy always tells me what to do...thank god.........why didn't I listen to him when he told me the first time to bolt....this is too sick for me.............I need my peace..............I hate people...I just hate people....go by makeup..go dye all of those disgusting grays..buy some new clothes..buy some boobs for Christ's sake...do something...look into wearing contacts...do something to improve your pathetic self...just get the hell away from me..you twisted...ugly sick broad.........................