(131: blue to grey grow up and blow away)
Voicemail: Hey it's Jim, leave a message. -beep-
Pam: Hi...
Voicemail: Hey this is Pam, leave a message. -beep-
Jim: Hey, it's me. It is five-o-three
Pam: I figured I'd catch you walking to your car, but
Jim: guess you must be out or something
Pam: ... I'll... leave a message.
Jim: I don't know, is it me, or are we just a little off today?
Pam: I guess this is just one of those days... It'll get better.
Jim: Hope you didn't have any major laundry issues...
Pam: I finished my laundry. Got all my socks. Nothing like that time that crazy guy pushed you -chuckles-
Jim: Hey, you remember that time that I helped you do your laundry? And that crazy guy came in and started yelling at you?
Pam: And then remember we went shopping the next day to buy me a washer-dryer?
Jim: Yet here you are, back in the laundromat. I'm just trying to help you, Beesly. Be safe.
Pam: You're probably upset that I'm even at a laundromat right now, but don't worry. I'm being safe. And I'm headed home. I'm... headed to my dorm. Not home.
Jim: Wish you were home. Anyway,
Pam: Anyway, um... I miss you.
Jim: I miss you.
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Things are getting rough. Pieces and scraps of my life are lying all over my bedroom floor and I'm lost in this maze. People all around me want to give me their support but really all I have is myself and my shadow. What if my shadow laughs at me? What if I'm in the dark and I don't even have my shadow for companionship? The longer I stay in this rut the more I feel my life seep through my perforated soul to be lost into a surface of nothingness. The longer I'm stuck in this ditch the less and less I know what it means to believe. More than ever now I need someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay. That I'm going to be okay.
But come on, R. Who are you kidding? Nobody can tell you that with a straight face and a clear conscience. Pick yourself up. You have dreams. Get with the programme. This is your life. You have to make it okay.
This is my life. I have to make it okay.