august
I've been feeling tired and hazy all day and it's dark and gloomy, not a day meant for doing anything.
I need to find a new job, get back to waitressing instead of horrible ugly boring retail. But that is too practical to talk about.
My dreams are there but to hard to see. My mind is here and everywhere. And I don't know where all this is going and if anything builds up to anything or everything. And I don't think I could ever give up after one try, and I don't know what that will do to me. And all there is too do is hope next season won't hurt. And scars are the prettiest thing you can have.
I need to find a new job, get back to waitressing instead of horrible ugly boring retail. But that is too practical to talk about.
My dreams are there but to hard to see. My mind is here and everywhere. And I don't know where all this is going and if anything builds up to anything or everything. And I don't think I could ever give up after one try, and I don't know what that will do to me. And all there is too do is hope next season won't hurt. And scars are the prettiest thing you can have.