I’ve been in a job that is literally killing me.
I’ve made more mistakes in my life than I have in the last 25 years of being in this job.
I’m a bad person and I know it.
I am an asshole.
I can tell you that.
But I’m the one for the jobs, and I’m proud to be the man.
As a teenager I learned to hide my emotions behind my friends and family.
My parents weren’t always supportive, and they never took me seriously.
I was taught to not be a bad kid, because I was.
But my parents weren, and are, incredibly proud of me.
They’ve always been there for me.
But when they saw my hair coming out, they were horrified.
They were terrified.
And they were really, really scared.
They knew they were hurting someone.
But they were scared that I was just going to become the guy who had a bad day.
My parents were right.
And my job has been hell.
The most humiliating thing I have ever had to endure was being yelled at for my hairstyle, and it was really embarrassing.
I’ve been working in an office, a company where the most humiliating things you have to endure is getting fired because your hair looks good.
But it didn’t make me feel any better.
Being told to hide and not talk about it made me feel like I was being told to be ashamed of my life and that I couldn’t even tell people about my problems.
It’s been two years since my hair came out, and my hair is still growing.
And the job is still killing me, but I’m doing better.
I have a friend who’s a hair stylist.
She’s really great, but she’s also super busy.
She does everything from hair extensions to eyebrows to hair coloring, but sometimes she’s taking the weekend off to do all of that work.
So it’s really hard to see her at work.
And she can’t tell her boss that she’s working so hard to get her hair done.
“I’m doing so much better.
I feel like it’s my fault.”
“What am I supposed to do?
I have no friends.
And I have to do this.”
And yet, I’m making better progress than I ever have before.
And it’s because of the people around me, and the people I know who love me.
My mom is the one that got me started, and she was always there for when I was down.
She was always supportive.
She helped me find the people that I could talk to.
She kept my spirits up.
And now she’s my closest friend, and is a pillar of my community.
When I first started my job, my parents were really supportive.
My dad is my hero.
He taught me how to be a man, and how to get through life.
He taught me to always be thankful for life, and to make the best of whatever situation that comes my way.
He was my mentor.
I want to be able to do the same for him.
But he’s also my biggest support, because he’s a hard-working, hard-loving, hardworking father of four who loves me unconditionally.
The hardest thing about my job is knowing that people are constantly judging me, making fun of me, or making fun at me.
And the worst thing I’ve ever felt is just knowing that I can’t make it.
“I can’t go on being someone who is afraid to talk about my hair because it might make people think I’m weird.”
I want to say, “You’re a freak.
And if you can’t handle being called a freak, then I don’t know what can.”
But it’s not going to be easy.
It’s not fair.
It doesn’t make sense.
And at the end of the day, it’s just the people in my circle that are hurting me the most.
It hurts because they’re scared of being seen as weird or being perceived as different.
And so I want them to know, “Hey, you’re not the only one.”
I can go on living my life, just as I have my entire life, without thinking about my appearance.
And that’s okay.
People have told me that I’m going to look bad, and that’s not a huge concern.
But the other day, someone commented on how my hair looks.
They’re not going, “Well, she looks like a freak.”
They’re going, ‘You’re really cute, but you’re ugly.’
“I was like, “I’ve never been called ugly.
I just don’t feel that way.”
It hurts to hear that people think you’re weird or weird.
But that’s really the worst part of it.
You have to live it to the