I’ve been so anxious for two days that I’ve barely been able to function. I feel like eating is an exercise in torture. I’m so angry, I shake from the physical effort it is taking to restrain myself and stay professional. I don’t know how one person can get away with antagonizing and hurting so many people. I know the hammer of judgment will fall heavy for this individual, however, it cannot be soon enough. She antagonized me and pushed me so badly that I left her a sobbing, useless mess and felt no pity. I didn’t even have to speak all the words for her to crumble away into nothing more than a tantrum-throwing petulant child. I can only hope that my actions, though surprisingly mild, will not be seen in an ill light by those above me. I swear I have done no wrong. There is no justice if this person is not severely punished for lying and tearing apart anyone she comes into contact with.
I can’t do this alone, and I’m terrified. I dream that they will come after me like a pack of wolves and rip me to shreds. I just want to get out of this intact, and preferably still with a job.
I will not fail. I will not give in. This is the one thing I must win.