alri rasheed
/brit/
Lincoln Carter
Jaxon Hall
heres how to make a flight go back quickly
>download sad nigger rap
>get a window seat
>rest head on wall while looking out window
>daydream until you start drifting in and out of consciousness
>LAAAAADYYYS AND GENTLEMEN WELLLCOME TO BUENOS AIRES
Nolan Lee
The last half an hour was spent constructing my leaving email but I think I got distracted before sending it off. Now no one at the call centre will understand how much I truly appreciated them. But at least the guy sitting next to me got to take my widescreen monitor. Placed this little pig plushy I claimed onto the quirky guys desk. Really eating me that I may not have sent off that email. Normally I'd have been able to login at home but I got too eager and tried logging in on my mobile, entered the wrong password and got locked out. In the email I thanked everyone, even those who had just spoken to me once, for taking the time to do so and sometimes it was the highlight of my day.
Earlier in the day my manager asked me what race I was but that's not important now. She could never offend or upset me.
The feelings I'm left with are awful. On one hand I don't want to forget this time in my life and these people where and who made me happy but on the other, thinking about it just makes me upset now. I need to forget but it seems wrong to delete these precious thoughts. I want to numb the pain, I've thought about self harm again but that's not a long term solution. I just want to be happy and for a while in my life, I actually was, I just didn't know how happy I was until it was too late. Clinging to those memories, I don't know if there's any reward in that or if it will just bring constant misery, being reminded of what I had and the people I'll never see again. If I had a Facebook account, I'd have been able to add a few more 'real' people and that'd be cool. I'd always have a bit of them with me and our link wouldn't be completely severed.
Carter Hernandez
*whispers "paki bender sex offender" in your ear*
Juan Evans
sue
Luke Edwards
Lefties think that corporation taxes are too low at 19%, but often fail to mention that CT is a tax on profits only. There's a 20% tax on all (eligible) products they sell regardless of whether they're loss making or profit making - VAT. And that gets passed directly onto the consumer, reducing purchasing power directly.
Taxing products through VAT is the real theft
Colton Sanchez
countries ive been to:
England
Wales
Scotland
France
Belgium
Netherlands
Germany
Sweden
Norway
Austria
Italy
Morocco
USA
Canada
Peru
Mason Martin
Parker Gonzalez
PAKI BENDER SEX OFFENDER
Juan Reyes
I had no appetite at home. I ate nothing. I opened the card and apart from my manager it was just filled with generic 'good lucks' and some people didn't even bother signing it at all (Stacy), also missing quirky guy since he is on holiday. It's still mightily precious to me. It's a record of that time and those people, even if I wasn't much to them. Funnily enough, it was a former enemy who cared enough to form a joke. Half the card was empty.
My feelings for the quirky guy have dulled. Maybe this pain will fade as quickly. There comes a point when I can no longer mentally simulate scenarios, that's when it's over.
The only thing I can think of to dull the pain is knowing they probably don't care much for me, I don't mean a fraction as much to them as they do to me, they'll probably forget about me almost instantly and continue being happy. If they're happy, I can be happy. My manager called me one of her favourites but she has banter with most people. Yeah, they're happy, they don't need to know how important they were to me, that'll just drag them down. I should be happy knowing that. The paradise I was a part of still exists, I'm just not part of it, if I'm upset, it's just self pity and I should be able to deal with that, that's nothing new, I know I suck and that my environment is depressing and devoid of positivity, that's solely my burden. Actually, that doesn't even matter. I'm happy just knowing they're happy and that the good times are rolling on without me but so what? I was never self interested, it's always been about others with me.
Thanks for letting me be part of your world.
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