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It will be no surprise if Irene now moves down to south of London to be closer to him. He used to live near Battersee (intentionally spelt wrong) - and that is also where she lives with her boyfriend. Poor Edward, also. Poor Edward.
He mentioned he wants to leave, so she is looking to leave too. She gets drunk so he can take her home. She gloats about him saying he asked for her to wait with him until his delayed train would arrive. She snoops in his romantic life to critique it, poor Alia. Poor Alia.
my worst fear is to inflict that onto another woman. We face too much anyway, as women - yes, we do. We do not need the conflict of love interests being added to that. I don’t want to be like Irene, where he has moved down south of London, and she wants to follow too.
But anyways. I will continue to keep my distance because I don’t want to feel things for a man who is taken so i intentionally work on days that he is wfh, and if he does happen to be in, then I work on the other side of the room. I know far too well to be worried if I am sharing a man and
anyway so I took that to offence that she offended me both ways, so I intentionally spoke to him and actually we spoke so much that for the first time, he kept following me instead of going somewhere else. He waited for me to be alone so he could speak to me in Arabic.
want us to talk in a different language other than in English. Like… 2025 mate if you want to learn another language then learn it. Sure it wouldn’t be an issue if I were learning Spanish as Irene keeps screaming that she’s learning, but oh if it’s Arabic then we all need to be speaking English.
Alia is really blessed to have Jackson and I feel terribly guilty for being attracted to him. I try to stay away from him but the other day Chayanne tried to embarrass me by insinuating that I don’t talk to him. Well lowk she was being racist because he and I are both learning Arabic and she doesn’t
I find it sweet that Clarissa keeps the post it note where I wrote “Jazz was here” and some of the guys of the team added to it. She stuck it on her monitor. I also wrote her and Samuel’s name in Arabic and she kept that too. I exist and there is proof!
I spoke with Jackson today (forgot what I refer to him on here). He’s learning Dar!ja for his gf. He will speak it in his vows to her at their wedding. I know each love is individual in its own way, but X didn’t even try to learn my lang - yet he was learning Arabic for another girl before me
I’m not going into work for this girl to get a kick out of trying to embarrass me by leaving me out of things. She wants everyone to think she’s a darling but she’s so horrible to me and for what? Yeah leave it out. I’m proctecting myself first
I’m going to say I have a really bad migraine tomorrow morning and wfh because I can already tell that horrible girl and her yes man chayanne will try to rub it in my face that they’re going out with the new girl. I’m not here for it. They can talk crap about me but I don’t care
I hope I one day get to work with a more diverse team - one that isn’t run by catty girls. I hope I’ll make new Muslim friends
You’d sacrifice me to uphold the illusion of “status” you think you have. We have no status, and even when or if I marry, they will continue to look down on us and speak ill about us. They will continue to fabricate lies just to tear us down, but you are so lost in your ignorance.
you just want me to get married to any breathing thing that says yes to me just so you aren’t embarrassed by me being a 27 unmarried woman. You wouldn’t even let me say no. Heaven forbid I turn 28 and still not married!

Your pride exceeds your love for me, and that isn’t new knowledge to me.
“You can’t get everything you want” you’re right but I can get close. I certainly won’t if you keep trying to persuade me to sell myself to any fucking rando just to announce “my daughter is getting married” then criticise me for getting divorced because YOU forced me into it
No one gave me any experiences outside of home, now they’re complaining about me and trying to force me into marriage with any fucking Tom, Dick or Harry.

“It’s getting too late” FOR WHO?? IF IM NOT STRESSING ABOUT MARRIAGE WHY ARE YOUUUUU STRESSING FOR ME? WHO ARE YOU TO PUT A TIMER ON IT
He can’t even be bothered to talk to me lol this is hell
You spoiled me a lot. I hate that thinking of kissing you as a greeting feels so foreign now, when that used to be our ‘hello’. I cried down the escalators when I realised. My heart misses you dearly, and I loath the concept of moving on. I live another day in disbelief that I could ever love again.
I walk the London roads where you used to squeeze my hand, where you’d lead me and I wouldn’t need to think. I didn’t know where the nearest station was, but I recalled when you said it was near. My heart sunk when I realised I used maps myself, and you weren’t here to do it for me.
IM ALLERGIC TO PEARS :(
I’m wearing a dress I usually wear in the summer, so it’s been a about two months since I’ve worn it. I do not remember the front to have an opening this big, and now I regret wearing it.
Every bit of romance between us has gone, and there is no such thing has hope. Where we once used to be obsessed with each other, was it just me?
“I’ve been taking calls all morning” the working day has only started 20 minutes ago girl why do you lie out of your teeth.

Last week I took back to back calls that were went for her. I’m not your assistant, pick up the damn phones.
I just wanted him. I still want him, and I hate that I do. I hate that no matter how many facts I am fed that makes me rationally agree that he isn’t made for me, I still can’t shake what is in my heart. I hate the most that he doesn’t feel the same, not at all.
I don’t want an arranged marriage, but I don’t want to be alone. But I don’t want to meet my husband through WhatsApp chat that has parents sending in their marriage CV’s to sell their kids for approval and acceptance. To compete their children against others. I know Allah knows me.