It’s Friday. You’re a loser. You get ridiculed behind your back and in front of your face all hours of the day at your job, and what do you get in return?

  A lousy pittance of a pitiful paycheck made lousier and pitiful-er thanks to your country’s income tax rate, and oh, your (ex)boyfriend playing tongue hockey with your boss…

  ?? You can’t help but dream of burning it ALL down to the ground… ??

  ?? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? ?? I SAID “DREAM OF”!!! ??

  Umm…??…??…let’s try to calm ourselves down, shall we?

  Sure, hey, the taxes might go WAY UP your ass the same way your (ex)boyfriend’s tongue went WAY IN your boss’s mouth…but look on the bright side, we have that free healthcare babyyyyyy ????…

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  ?? WHOA MAMA!!! ?? (you’re available now, right~? ?? you’re not too big for me~??)

  Umm…??…??…let’s be rational.

  Boys kiss girls, that’s reality.

  Some boys kiss A LOT of girls, so don’t take it personally.

  But YOU took it VERY personally, and now we all MUST RUN AWAY for our lives!!! (sexy)MONSTER!!! AHHHHH!!! (sexy)MONSTER!!!

  …truly, this is HELL on earth, truly this is Denmark…

  Who, what, and/or whowhat is responsible for this? I already know the answer, and soon shall so you!

  This ABSOLUTE FAILURE of an underpaid, overworked, and not-smooched-enough girl is “the answer.”

  Her name is Agnethe and she cries herself to sleep every night…??…sooooo let’s give her plenty of rest as she has another early shift and another looooooooooooooong day ahead of her tomorrow~????

  Don’t forget to set your alarm~?