sickness

Jun 23, 2007 08:19

Still, nothing is different.

It wants to be different, it wants to have new things and new experiences, but at the same time - no. Move on or remain here, on three different planes.

Working a wonderful amount of hours next week; I do not know how I will spend my time, wasting the clock, musing the hours away as if it is important, and how hours, time, of my life can be traded for a monetary compensation.

Chilling.

I have nothing to say, and I don't have any idea what to say.

I have been at a loss much as of late.

Nice having time - time for what? For nothing?
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