Yes.
It's nearly the end of the month.
I'm sitting here at my little desk with my objects surrounding me, making it look like a hutch. A rabbit hutch, if you will.
There are so many things that I have learned.
Such as, you should worry about peoples perceptions of you until they actually learn about you.
and you should not judge a person by their age, for it doesn't define their level of maturity or how you percieve them to view things, until you know who they really are.
I made a friend over here, finally. I think I made two, but the first one is closer to a friend than I'll ever know over here.
I'll be sorry to leave him to move to america, but i'm tired of this place and bored of the carboard surroundings and witless small-talk that blesses me every day.
I'm sure when you tell your boss you're quitting, it either must seem like they failed to grab your attention to such job, or they're glad to see the back of you.
I wish I could sleep, or my back would stop hurting, when I know I have 8 hours and 30 minutes of work still to go.
31 more days, is what I plead to my brain, 31 more days, and you can get out of here too. a month, thats not a lot to ask.
I'm still scared to leave, knowing I can't come back after I've made the decision. My family would disown me, my house gone, my future, ahead.
what if my friends suddenly dissapear?
this is what I feel I need to know.
or to understand.
I'm sure. I'm ready. Let go.
I'm sitting here at my little desk with my objects surrounding me, making it look like a hutch. A rabbit hutch, if you will.
There are so many things that I have learned.
Such as, you should worry about peoples perceptions of you until they actually learn about you.
and you should not judge a person by their age, for it doesn't define their level of maturity or how you percieve them to view things, until you know who they really are.
I made a friend over here, finally. I think I made two, but the first one is closer to a friend than I'll ever know over here.
I'll be sorry to leave him to move to america, but i'm tired of this place and bored of the carboard surroundings and witless small-talk that blesses me every day.
I'm sure when you tell your boss you're quitting, it either must seem like they failed to grab your attention to such job, or they're glad to see the back of you.
I wish I could sleep, or my back would stop hurting, when I know I have 8 hours and 30 minutes of work still to go.
31 more days, is what I plead to my brain, 31 more days, and you can get out of here too. a month, thats not a lot to ask.
I'm still scared to leave, knowing I can't come back after I've made the decision. My family would disown me, my house gone, my future, ahead.
what if my friends suddenly dissapear?
this is what I feel I need to know.
or to understand.
I'm sure. I'm ready. Let go.