another useless day
I am supposed to get ready for work, I don't want to. Growing up scares me... working means growing up, I don't want to grow up...ever. I am too soft for the grown up world. People think I have thick skin and they can hurt me all they want and I never get wounds... I have wounds...wounds that cannot be healed. Yet I smile... some twisted logic is going on.
I feel happy and yet so incredibly sad. It's a beautiful day, but I cannot enjoy it in peace. I would like to go out and walk around aimlessly, but I can't. I am just not genetically engineered for work. It kills the child in me... the child that want hug the world and play. I am afraid that if I grow up and learn to accept the rules of grown up world... I am afraid that then I will loose this precious child. The only child I actually like.
The life I don't want includes mean work mates, annoying bosses and the never ending hurry... time without time.... time just rushes by faster and faster and fgaster and we have no time to stop. Is it so wrong that I just want to be happy. To wake up in the morning and smile... because I have lived another day.
I feel happy and yet so incredibly sad. It's a beautiful day, but I cannot enjoy it in peace. I would like to go out and walk around aimlessly, but I can't. I am just not genetically engineered for work. It kills the child in me... the child that want hug the world and play. I am afraid that if I grow up and learn to accept the rules of grown up world... I am afraid that then I will loose this precious child. The only child I actually like.
The life I don't want includes mean work mates, annoying bosses and the never ending hurry... time without time.... time just rushes by faster and faster and fgaster and we have no time to stop. Is it so wrong that I just want to be happy. To wake up in the morning and smile... because I have lived another day.