For the past three months you've been a total vagina. Everytime you come to work you get all emotional about the smallest things. Your never ending complaint rants also are tiredsome to hear over and over again. I would talk to you about it but your mental state is so paranoid and obscured that I don't think it's possible to talk to you like an adult without you going psycho, because that's what everyone thinks of you. Psycho. I suspect one day you will be the face of a Portland tragedy. You claim to not be the type when we talk, but I see quite a few screws loose from your noggin. Your a walking time bomb silently ticking away. I don't want to be around when that bomb goes off which I feel could be very soon.
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