Iris has started calling me "saltine". That seems to be what everyone calls me. Owen does that too.

I hate that nickname. It just reminds me that I'm stuck with this curse of a name. I know I'm 25 (almost 26!) And I could go legally change my name,but I've had this name my whole life and I feel the change would be too... Abrupt.

Plus I don't know what other named I'd choose.

Anyway, she called me saltine so I told her not to do that. But she retaliated by calling me whole wheat.

I started to get kind of agitated so I told her to fuck off. She didn't like that, so she shoved me into a wall.

I almost immediately started having a panic attack because I would always get bullied as a kid. Shoved, kicked, insulted, got my food taken from me.

I never told my Dad because I didn't want him to worry about me.

Getting off topic. I started to have a panic attack and she kicked me once before she seemed to realize what was happening. She just rolled her eyes and walked away after that.

At least she left me alone.

Tally eventually went to look for me after a bit and found me crying in the printer room.

I felt so pathetic, knowing an eleven year old was comforting me, I'm 25 for God's sake.

But I just went back to my desk and sorted the documents I had printed.

I've noticed I don't get many cases. I started keeping track and I only get a case once every 2 or 3 months. Most detectives get a case every month, maybe sooner if you solve it quickly.

I'm starting to wonder why.