counting the days
The days are grey. Not black, not awful, just... grey.
being with her is wonderful.
but
Working on my perl project is great.
between the lines
Working with nurse c. is funny as always (We ate sushi at work yesterday. It was expensive but who cares?)
the days are grey
I'm sitting here.
everything is silent.
just a clock is ticking.
what am i doing here?
Sometimes I think that only the daily thunderstorms keep me alive.
being with her is wonderful.
but
Working on my perl project is great.
between the lines
Working with nurse c. is funny as always (We ate sushi at work yesterday. It was expensive but who cares?)
the days are grey
I'm sitting here.
everything is silent.
just a clock is ticking.
what am i doing here?
Sometimes I think that only the daily thunderstorms keep me alive.