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Untitled Public Service Announcement. Runner-Up in I Resign From… Challenge.
May 30, 2025 To whom it may concern, To Ms. Ferguson, To her. To you, To me, I don't know how formal or informal this should be. I've done a resignation letter twice. Both times I was bitter yet restrained. I tried to be respectfully disrespectful. I was calculated and careful with my word choice. Desperation was my motivation for both resignation letters. Though the forces driving each period of desperation were so drastically different. Financial stagnancy vs emotional exhaustion. No chance for lateral movement vs being paralyzed by grief and failure.
By Jada Ferguson8 months ago in Journal
Stepping Down From My High Horse
I am writing this letter to officially announce that today (May 29, 2025) I am stepping down from my lofty position atop my high horse. Effective immediately I will no longer be gazing down upon you, the unwashed masses, in disgust, as I point out the many ways you have failed and fallen short along with the seemingly endless number of things which I do better than you.
By Everyday Junglist8 months ago in Journal
I Abdicate the Throne... . Content Warning.
Dear Universe, I am over this toxic reality where pain is inevitable and hatred reigns supreme. As an empath it is just too much to endure, feeling the emotion and energy from all around unbearable with this level of cruelty and stupidity. I resign from shouldering everything that you keep piling on my shoulders. You can take this bullshit, twisted reality show version of reality and fuck right off with it! I am done! It hurts too much to keep feeling it all, to keep seeing it all! My heart is aching from the unending trauma you have put me through since childhood and instead of giving me a fucking break, you shove fucking hot pokers into the scars.
By Luna Verity8 months ago in Journal
I'm Right Sorry
Dear Bossman, I know I ain’t got much good in my noggin, and what’s there is rattlin’ around. I got a coupla questions on your after-work program since I’m gonna bin dun workin’ here soon with baby #7 and I canna lift anythin’ heavier than a bag o’ flour or I’ll drop the little’un outta my vajayjay. We’s got a lot o’ sitiations righ now. my old man just got outta the hopsital on account of the shingles, and he done had plenty o’ problems with the IB. The dang nurses couldn’t get that needle in right. They done tore up his arms trying to find them there veins. Can your after-work porgram gonna help find nurses how do a IB rite?
By Barb Dukeman8 months ago in Journal







