does his company make light of a rainy day
graaaaahhh!
I wonder if it made a difference sitting there.
Or if I'm just still ears.
I just think it's a waste of time. Although, maybe it's just a waste of my time.
My memory is never vivid. I can neverpicture a persons face. That changed, fast.
Suddenly I can, but only with one person. it's weird. I almost can't tolerate it.
I don't understand the connection with them and what purpose they are going to serve in my life.
I guess I can only wait and see how it unfolds.
I just hate not knowing.
It's like when a sudden change occurs in your mind
that's never happened with any other person
your guard is thrown off,
your glasses tip on your nose
and your staring ahead in awe.
It sits there not letting you unfold it, at all.
Ten minutes goes by, it crack but starts to reseal.
Every ten minutes it repeats until you have a tiny opening and you have to wait sixty day and two hundred and seventy hours.
Mhmm.
No but really, Irony loves me.
I read my paper in English.
I got so red and shaky I thought I would collapse through my chair,
through the floor and right into a bottomless pit.
I got ridiculously nervous, it made No sense!
I blame red. Alll on the red. Just one of those days. Each time I go to cry I laugh. I get hit int he face with a rice bag, I laugh. My arm hurts I laugh, while it continues you to throb.
I guess I can blame it on red and cancer.
but mainly cancer, because it's hilarious.
I wonder if it made a difference sitting there.
Or if I'm just still ears.
I just think it's a waste of time. Although, maybe it's just a waste of my time.
My memory is never vivid. I can neverpicture a persons face. That changed, fast.
Suddenly I can, but only with one person. it's weird. I almost can't tolerate it.
I don't understand the connection with them and what purpose they are going to serve in my life.
I guess I can only wait and see how it unfolds.
I just hate not knowing.
It's like when a sudden change occurs in your mind
that's never happened with any other person
your guard is thrown off,
your glasses tip on your nose
and your staring ahead in awe.
It sits there not letting you unfold it, at all.
Ten minutes goes by, it crack but starts to reseal.
Every ten minutes it repeats until you have a tiny opening and you have to wait sixty day and two hundred and seventy hours.
Mhmm.
No but really, Irony loves me.
I read my paper in English.
I got so red and shaky I thought I would collapse through my chair,
through the floor and right into a bottomless pit.
I got ridiculously nervous, it made No sense!
I blame red. Alll on the red. Just one of those days. Each time I go to cry I laugh. I get hit int he face with a rice bag, I laugh. My arm hurts I laugh, while it continues you to throb.
I guess I can blame it on red and cancer.
but mainly cancer, because it's hilarious.