Fuck, boys.

Everything was going great, but women and their simps keep dragging me into their drama and debt and disease ridden whorefests.

I've been doing great at work. I've been working alot to distract myself. The bosses have taken notice. Better assignments. Promises of promotion.

I left the anger phase and have been riding out the bartering phase like a pro. Even fucked my high school onitis, and when she monkey branched, cut her off. Didn't spend a dime.

Today, after a rediculously long work day, I snapped on a female customer that could not stop lying long enough to make sure she was answering the right questions. This is an extremely competitive and professional field. And I snapped on her.

I don't hate women anymore. At all. I don't blame them. I blame simps and accept women for their nature. It's fine. But this bitch didn't care if 4 offices were pushing unnecessary reports to cover issues she made up so she could create a crisis just to get a pass on a simple policy to get sensitive data.

And the insecure, bluepill boss with an eye on me heard all of it.

I get off and my phone is still blowing up with simps that need help simping, and women craving attention for nadda.

Where am I right now? What's the next move? Can't tell if this is a breakthrough or breakdown.

Putting on fightclub. I almost don't care if I'm fired tomorrow. I just want to live free.

Update: No word. Customer probably didn't want to get caught hamstering and wasting resources.

Spoke to a female exec. Response was pretty much Fuck. That. Bitch. Women know women.

Thanks men. Even with the anger phase and simps flooding the channel, this place has still been one of the few places men can go for coaching that is actually productive. 2016-2018 has taught me that as long as we maintain the capitalism that finances the SJW whining, conservatism is safe.

Stay strong, brothers.