I feel so s***** blowing off my plans with old friends, but I really don’t think I want to be friends with them anymore.
While at Fiserv, I find myself frequently daydreaming throughout the day. I fantasize about talking a nice, euphoric walk to my car as I realize those are my final moments of suffering. I get in, close the door and turn on the generator and gently fall into a permanent sleep…
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