Apr 23, 2006 18:06
Dear Don Pablo's,
Please give me May 6 off.
Dear May 6,
Please hurry, so I can go home.
Dear mattress,
Please hurry so that I can get the hell away from the 3rd floor of Mills. I hate Mills. More than that smelly bush at the top of the stairs, working on Easter, and flying kites by myself.
Dear someone over 21,
Please appear with a 12 pack of PBR in bottles. We'll be best friends.
Thanks, Courtney.
So an update: I'm working all the time. Which provides a good distraction. I hate having to numb myself down though. Putting on that plastic smile is exhausting, and maybe the game isn't even worth it. I'd really like to find something substantial. Not permanent, just substantial. All the lies and bullshit and stuff that probably never was is too much to walk around with. So, here is a declaration: I'm letting go. The way I should've done a long time ago. Goodbye baggage. Hello again, Courtney. All right, so it's not that easy. But this is a declaration of honest effort.