>>512474562 (OP)By not acting on the violent impulses
If my employer knew how easily I could contaminate, poison the buffet, if they knew that those shit eating grins they keep catching on my face was due to me fulfilling this desire and imagining the results in my minds eye, they would probably not only fire me, but demand a protection order.
I don't like crowds, people or loud noises, but the only work I can find on a revoked license is here at buffet as slave.
My drugs sit at home waiting to help me clock out from this reality, to escape the tears that run down my face whenever I am sitting alone and trying to figure out how to fix my fucked up life
This miserable and broken soul, hidden behind Lecters mask of polite charm and false humor.
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You just survive the workday somehow OP, and then you survive some more.