Trading a sigh for a cent;
Hours upon hours, gone - they will never come back.
I wish I got paid for the time I spent getting ready for work, the extra hours I sleep because of the tiredness, and the hours I am staggering on my feet afterwards.
Maybe it'd all be worth it then. Maybe.
When the exhaustion and the depression and the absolute lack of elation set in and ingrain the dark grey pigment into the skin under one's eyes...
Yggdrasil. Huge tattoo. On my back. It'll be epic.
I wish I got paid for the time I spent getting ready for work, the extra hours I sleep because of the tiredness, and the hours I am staggering on my feet afterwards.
Maybe it'd all be worth it then. Maybe.
When the exhaustion and the depression and the absolute lack of elation set in and ingrain the dark grey pigment into the skin under one's eyes...
Yggdrasil. Huge tattoo. On my back. It'll be epic.