I'm seriously considering becoming a hobo.
I wish I could afford a nervous breakdown because I would have done that bitch up months ago.
I just want to give up. Throw my hands up in the air and secretly slip out the back door. Dissapear into the giant, mysterious world. No one would be able to find me and I'd be fine with that. In fact, the life of a hobo is becoming more and more attractive. There's no one to report to, no one to tell you when to be somewhere and for how long, no one to make you do anything you don't want to do. Most importantly, there's no soul-crushing cubicles or gloomy halogen lights overhead. There's only open sky and unrestricted roadways.
I'm a candle in a hurricane and I can hardly take it anymore.
(sigh)
I just want to give up. Throw my hands up in the air and secretly slip out the back door. Dissapear into the giant, mysterious world. No one would be able to find me and I'd be fine with that. In fact, the life of a hobo is becoming more and more attractive. There's no one to report to, no one to tell you when to be somewhere and for how long, no one to make you do anything you don't want to do. Most importantly, there's no soul-crushing cubicles or gloomy halogen lights overhead. There's only open sky and unrestricted roadways.
I'm a candle in a hurricane and I can hardly take it anymore.
(sigh)