the world repeats itself somehow;
I am really tired tonight. I have a lot of things to say, but I'm not quite sure how I should be wording it. I'm tired of all the things that run through my head. I want to be simple and free.
I think the situation at work is weighing me down. It's just stress. That ain't nothing I haven't seen before. One day at a time, I wake up and I go along and do as much as I can. I just pray that I make it through and unscathed on the 30th. My friends tell me not to see the work deadline, but rather that in 8 days I will be seeing Alicia Keys live. Funny. I would usually see it that way. But right now I'm seeing it as 8 days of hell, and then I will burn in it on the 30th. If I make it through, November just might be heaven. (It's a long story, and I'm too tired to explain).
God, this month of October has turned me into a whinger.
Yesterday I thought to myself, that I would stop calling & txting Clint in a hope that everything just might fade away like it is meant to. And he calls me to see how my day was. See, this in turn makes me want to see him, and if I want to leave him, seeing him is not going to help me leave him.
Today it was his 23rd birthday. He's working. Apparently it's no big deal. Works for me because I bought him nothing. As it seems clear to me, I'm still trying to figure out if my heart is leaving or staying, let alone what the hell you buy a boy for his 23rd birthday.
I'm tired and I need to sleep.
I need to break this horrid cycle my life seems to be in.
I need to be single.
I need to move out and get my own place.
I need a new car.
I need to finish my degree.
That's a serious list of things to do.
I think the situation at work is weighing me down. It's just stress. That ain't nothing I haven't seen before. One day at a time, I wake up and I go along and do as much as I can. I just pray that I make it through and unscathed on the 30th. My friends tell me not to see the work deadline, but rather that in 8 days I will be seeing Alicia Keys live. Funny. I would usually see it that way. But right now I'm seeing it as 8 days of hell, and then I will burn in it on the 30th. If I make it through, November just might be heaven. (It's a long story, and I'm too tired to explain).
God, this month of October has turned me into a whinger.
Yesterday I thought to myself, that I would stop calling & txting Clint in a hope that everything just might fade away like it is meant to. And he calls me to see how my day was. See, this in turn makes me want to see him, and if I want to leave him, seeing him is not going to help me leave him.
Today it was his 23rd birthday. He's working. Apparently it's no big deal. Works for me because I bought him nothing. As it seems clear to me, I'm still trying to figure out if my heart is leaving or staying, let alone what the hell you buy a boy for his 23rd birthday.
I'm tired and I need to sleep.
I need to break this horrid cycle my life seems to be in.
I need to be single.
I need to move out and get my own place.
I need a new car.
I need to finish my degree.
That's a serious list of things to do.