Really, really frustrated.
Not mildly. Not sort of. Not moderately. Not a little. Not somewhat. Not slightly. Not marginally.
Really, really frustrated.
Frustrated because I found out who showed up at choir dinner last night.
Really frustrated.
I know you wouldn't give a shit how I feel about what you do. That's fair. But the choir is my place of serving. It's my stomping grounds. I do not intend to let others replace me in every aspect of life.
It's time to fight back. Enough is enough. I need to reclaim what is rightfully mine. Starting today.
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