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Okay, so nothing really interesting to talk about today.
Work is the same, and I hate it. I wish that I could work up the nerve to tell my dad
how much I hate working for him, but I can't stand to break his heart. I've done that too much in the past already.
What am I to do? I shall lament forever...
Ashes upon my head,
Sackcloth upon my skin.
Mourning, distraught.
What to do?
Which way to go?
Pulled apart by a force unseen,
I trudge on. Hoping.
Work is the same, and I hate it. I wish that I could work up the nerve to tell my dad
how much I hate working for him, but I can't stand to break his heart. I've done that too much in the past already.
What am I to do? I shall lament forever...
Ashes upon my head,
Sackcloth upon my skin.
Mourning, distraught.
What to do?
Which way to go?
Pulled apart by a force unseen,
I trudge on. Hoping.