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[15 Apr 2013|09:44pm] |
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I'm at a bit of a loss for words, as of late.
I believe I lost them when I heard someone very offhandedly tell me- sometime after the bomb threat, anyway- that I would "be alright" because I was dead already.
Just- no. I wouldn't. I don't even have enough words to say no with. I don't think she meant anything that serious by it- maybe she didn't think it through or something like that- but I could not even begin to express how not alright I'd be if such an event were to actually take place.
Losing Six was upsetting. She was valuable. You all are.
Like I said, I've been at a loss for words. Everything feels a bit like nonsense at this point.
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[15 Apr 2013|10:13pm] |
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Sometimes I want to leave here. I'd be safer, no one would have to contact my family and say I died. And knowing them, they would ask how. And knowing here, it would be unclean and brain-breaking. But then I think if every person who wanted to leave did, no one would be here to do anything and the baddies would win. And that's just unacceptassdlkjkfjd
SRSLY ANOTHER SHOE OK THIS DOG IS FINALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES
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I'm pretty much scared for everyone here. I'm admitting it, I can't help it. We're grasping for clues and they aren't coming somehow. And can someone please tell me more about that bitch ex-employee who rolled in like our security was nothing and did what she did? Who the fuck does this broad think she is?
Stay extra safe. And I mean if you think you're being safe, increase it by fifty percent immediately.
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Worst timing ever but what's up with the ransom? I AM LOSING SHOES AND PLANTS HERE. I can hold out a little longer but yes.
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