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I remember the day I received my diagnosis, long before I was hired at the nail salon. I was in despair, overwhelmed by uncertainty and fear. It felt like my world was collapsing around me.
I would never wish this pain on another person.
I remember the first time I set foot into my salon. It was small, run-down, and low-quality. Despite everything, I found solace in my new occupation. I appreciated it.
I also remember how they refused to pay me. Requests to aid me throughout my illness. This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
When you fear me, and say I'm doing this for "no reason", please be mindful of why I'm even doing this in the first place.
I don't want to make amends, Í̷̯̙͖͙̭͎̲̈́͑͆͆͆͛ ̷̗̎̈́́͆͊͗̿͐̒͘͘w̵̩̹̗̪̜͖͍͗á̸̝̮̮̟̟͐͐̓ņ̴̭͔̦͍͐́̑͑̋̐͠t̴̡̖̱͂̉͐͆́̈́̂͝ ̸̺̩̤́̑͛̓̌͘͠ṙ̸̘͖̍̈́̀̈́͆̑̋͠͝e̷̥͎̝̩̔̅̂͌͗̔̿v̴̯͓̪͎̗̯̘̦͂͌ͅͅe̷̛̥̣̳͖͔̓̍̓̉̓̏͘̚͝͝n̵͈̞̬̩̙͆̅̋̓̿̔̂͛̈́͘͠ͅg̶̡̥͔̗͕̹̟̹̣̈́̋͑͊̅́͌ͅe̴̘̒͠.̷̤͚̀̆͆́͐
I remember the day I received my diagnosis, long before I was hired at the nail salon. I was in despair, overwhelmed by uncertainty and fear. It felt like my world was collapsing around me.
I would never wish this pain on another person.
I remember the first time I set foot into my salon. It was small, run-down, and low-quality. Despite everything, I found solace in my new occupation. I appreciated it.
I also remember how they refused to pay me. Requests to aid me throughout my illness. This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
When you fear me, and say I'm doing this for "no reason", please be mindful of why I'm even doing this in the first place.
I don't want to make amends, Í̷̯̙͖͙̭͎̲̈́͑͆͆͆͛ ̷̗̎̈́́͆͊͗̿͐̒͘͘w̵̩̹̗̪̜͖͍͗á̸̝̮̮̟̟͐͐̓ņ̴̭͔̦͍͐́̑͑̋̐͠t̴̡̖̱͂̉͐͆́̈́̂͝ ̸̺̩̤́̑͛̓̌͘͠ṙ̸̘͖̍̈́̀̈́͆̑̋͠͝e̷̥͎̝̩̔̅̂͌͗̔̿v̴̯͓̪͎̗̯̘̦͂͌ͅͅe̷̛̥̣̳͖͔̓̍̓̉̓̏͘̚͝͝n̵͈̞̬̩̙͆̅̋̓̿̔̂͛̈́͘͠ͅg̶̡̥͔̗͕̹̟̹̣̈́̋͑͊̅́͌ͅe̴̘̒͠.̷̤͚̀̆͆́͐