False and inflatable feeling.
One of these days I want to wake up in the morning and not have the immediate thought of wanting to pack a bag and run away. Fuck bills, fuck work, fuck responsibility. If I come up MIA anytime soon don't worry. I'll be fine and will most likely come back in a month or so....maybe.
I've tried to get people to take trips with me before where we use a different name in every city we come to, but of course that stuff always falls through. Empty promises....all the time. It's ok though. I'll just do it on my own.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a little bit of a fever. I loaded myself up with pills and drug my ass to work. Tonight I have orientation for my volunteer job at DeKalb MC. Then there is the party at Sam's tonight. I think Stancel and I are gonna go for an hour or so. I don't really know a lot of other people going but I want to see Sam and her precious dog and her house.
Ok. Work.
I've tried to get people to take trips with me before where we use a different name in every city we come to, but of course that stuff always falls through. Empty promises....all the time. It's ok though. I'll just do it on my own.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a little bit of a fever. I loaded myself up with pills and drug my ass to work. Tonight I have orientation for my volunteer job at DeKalb MC. Then there is the party at Sam's tonight. I think Stancel and I are gonna go for an hour or so. I don't really know a lot of other people going but I want to see Sam and her precious dog and her house.
Ok. Work.