here I go again...
I totally forgot what I updated about in my last post. So, please forgive if this seems redundant at all. First of all, I just read a post from a close friend of mine and I am extremely worried about her. The trouble is I don't have any contact info. except this journal (you left and didn't give me a number to call you). I miss you and if there is something wrong, I would like to help you.
Work is work, but the fucking bastards have now put the NO MORE LATE FEES on the trailer. It. Is. Driving. Me. Insane. I can't stand it when it's on tv. Why am I going to like it at work where it plays every 10 minutes? Called my mom today and they are getting ready to spend the weekend with my older sister, Chrystal. Have fun with that. I love her to death, but Chrystal is someone you can miss terribly and then miss not having her there after five minutes with her.
There's nothing really going on today. Just vegging, I guess. Watching movies....that's about it.
Lynnette, if you're on-line...
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Starting out on to grey street
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place."
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says, "I pray. But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place."
There's a loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of the courage
But she says, "Please,
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey street
and the end of the world."
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
it's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
it breaks her heart
To grey
I hope this finds its way to you...
Love, peace, and a weepy hug,
Sarah
Work is work, but the fucking bastards have now put the NO MORE LATE FEES on the trailer. It. Is. Driving. Me. Insane. I can't stand it when it's on tv. Why am I going to like it at work where it plays every 10 minutes? Called my mom today and they are getting ready to spend the weekend with my older sister, Chrystal. Have fun with that. I love her to death, but Chrystal is someone you can miss terribly and then miss not having her there after five minutes with her.
There's nothing really going on today. Just vegging, I guess. Watching movies....that's about it.
Lynnette, if you're on-line...
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Starting out on to grey street
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place."
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says, "I pray. But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place."
There's a loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of the courage
But she says, "Please,
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey street
and the end of the world."
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
it's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together----to grey
And it breaks her heart
it breaks her heart
To grey
I hope this finds its way to you...
Love, peace, and a weepy hug,
Sarah