I don't even know
if we could 27: there is just something about her that feels like home
That made me realize how much I miss Dave.
Besides how happy I am for you, obviously, it's amazing.
I wish I was with one person right now; going back all the time
is going to suck.
I feel at home with you.
Sticking with Perkins.
Ready for school to be done.
Ready to let go of this anxiety that ruins my mind.
Going to start enjoying life; less thinking more living.
Idk how stupid that sounds, it's the truth.
This man,
comes into Perkin's all the time and I always serve him.
He gets the same thing all the time, leaves between and 1-2 tip.
He's always by himself.
He doesn't look like he has much, if anything.
Today I was watching him leave me my tip, he didn't see me.
He was digging for change and left so much on the table.
When he left I went to see and there were two singles, and three dollars worth of change. 5 dollar tip, for a milk and about an 8 dollar meal. 5 dollars. He's so pleasant all the time. I never even care how much he leaves me. I thought about two things, the fact that I make this man smile and possibly make his day a little better could possibly have him leave me an overly large tip is idk how to describe it.
There is humanity.
He looks so lonely when I look at him when he's not paying attention.
I can't imagine the pain of lonliness; it's something I never want to feel.
To look at someone and think that they have no one but themselves.
No one to talk to, share their feelings with.
That's when I realized that keeping things inside isn't worth it.
It plagues you. It's ok to let other people in.
Everyone isn't bad.
We're all here for a reason, I don't know what that is
but we're all here, together, living on the same planet.
Fighting for things that with the press of a paper eater could destory.
One button, all that green devalued.
Money isn't even real. It's paper.
Sadness, lonliness, love, passion, those are real.
Realer than a dollar bill.
Because those last, forever.
Fighting over whatever has causes every human to drift farther away from one another.
Who would ever want to carry their lonliness, only for them to know? Who wouldn't want that release by just letting someone know. And having someone care.
Deep down, I really believe no one is content by themselves.
This man is alone.
And I hope that for a half hour once or twice a week, he doesn't feel alone.
Because no one deserves that solitude.I don't think we're built to last by ourselves, that's why there are so many of us. Because there should be someone for everyone, in whatever kind of relationship is,but this hate and ignorance is cutting people off from one another.
That 5 dollar tip has changed me even more than almost loosing my life in that car accident.
That made me realize how much I miss Dave.
Besides how happy I am for you, obviously, it's amazing.
I wish I was with one person right now; going back all the time
is going to suck.
I feel at home with you.
Sticking with Perkins.
Ready for school to be done.
Ready to let go of this anxiety that ruins my mind.
Going to start enjoying life; less thinking more living.
Idk how stupid that sounds, it's the truth.
This man,
comes into Perkin's all the time and I always serve him.
He gets the same thing all the time, leaves between and 1-2 tip.
He's always by himself.
He doesn't look like he has much, if anything.
Today I was watching him leave me my tip, he didn't see me.
He was digging for change and left so much on the table.
When he left I went to see and there were two singles, and three dollars worth of change. 5 dollar tip, for a milk and about an 8 dollar meal. 5 dollars. He's so pleasant all the time. I never even care how much he leaves me. I thought about two things, the fact that I make this man smile and possibly make his day a little better could possibly have him leave me an overly large tip is idk how to describe it.
There is humanity.
He looks so lonely when I look at him when he's not paying attention.
I can't imagine the pain of lonliness; it's something I never want to feel.
To look at someone and think that they have no one but themselves.
No one to talk to, share their feelings with.
That's when I realized that keeping things inside isn't worth it.
It plagues you. It's ok to let other people in.
Everyone isn't bad.
We're all here for a reason, I don't know what that is
but we're all here, together, living on the same planet.
Fighting for things that with the press of a paper eater could destory.
One button, all that green devalued.
Money isn't even real. It's paper.
Sadness, lonliness, love, passion, those are real.
Realer than a dollar bill.
Because those last, forever.
Fighting over whatever has causes every human to drift farther away from one another.
Who would ever want to carry their lonliness, only for them to know? Who wouldn't want that release by just letting someone know. And having someone care.
Deep down, I really believe no one is content by themselves.
This man is alone.
And I hope that for a half hour once or twice a week, he doesn't feel alone.
Because no one deserves that solitude.I don't think we're built to last by ourselves, that's why there are so many of us. Because there should be someone for everyone, in whatever kind of relationship is,but this hate and ignorance is cutting people off from one another.
That 5 dollar tip has changed me even more than almost loosing my life in that car accident.