Didn't I tell you so?

See. Didn't I tell you so? Now it has finally happened and you are f***ed. There is not point crying over spilled milk now.

Honestly, I really didn't know how to react to the news. Sad? Disappointed? Happy? Relieved? I don't know. Honestly, I don't think I really felt anything. Maybe somehow along the way when I lost my respect for you (*click), I've already kind of prepared myself for something like this.

Well, I must admit that I do feel a bit pity for you... maybe 20%-30% because I think you are not all to blame. There is the boss (who in my opinion hires wrong people - 2 very good examples here) , the other 'one' he hired and also the one with 'balls'. But the other 80%, it's all you man.

How much lower can you go? How much more respect is there for you to loose? Honestly now... S-P-E-E-C-H-L-E-S-S. Just speechless.

Anyhow, if you happen to be reading this, I hope you just wake up already and see what shit you threw yourself in. I don't know at this point now is there any more hope. But so you know, what ever it is,

DO NOT. AND I REPEAT. DO NOT THROW YOUR SHIT AT ME AGAIN.

I might be patient then, but I promise you, I am not who I was a few moths back anymore. You 'made' me like this. You 'broke' me and this is how I work 'broken'.

Everything happens for a reason, and for me being broken, the shattered glass me me see the bigger picture. Thank you.