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difficult like sunday morning..
im at work, not working.
the buzz of the cleaners vacuum breaks up the monotony filled with excerpts of black sheep on my headphones. its lonely here, most weekends. probably not as bad as the feeling of late fridays at work.. not as strong as that unbearable feeling of maybe i shouldnt be here, but still strong enough to feel like i more than likely shouldnt be here.
so this is gonna sound kawawa(sad), but im dying to just hear a voice. music isnt cutting it. even if its the chatter of coworkers on the phone, thick with accents, and full of gibberish, its better than the silence of music, vacuum, and fingers tapping on the keyboard. sometimes you just want to talk to someone, anyone.. really. sometimes you just need someone to listen. sometimes you wanna listen.
before the end of this day, im determined to get something done. anything. im making up for days past, and keeping my mind situated in the right places. just trying to be right..
im at work, not working.
the buzz of the cleaners vacuum breaks up the monotony filled with excerpts of black sheep on my headphones. its lonely here, most weekends. probably not as bad as the feeling of late fridays at work.. not as strong as that unbearable feeling of maybe i shouldnt be here, but still strong enough to feel like i more than likely shouldnt be here.
so this is gonna sound kawawa(sad), but im dying to just hear a voice. music isnt cutting it. even if its the chatter of coworkers on the phone, thick with accents, and full of gibberish, its better than the silence of music, vacuum, and fingers tapping on the keyboard. sometimes you just want to talk to someone, anyone.. really. sometimes you just need someone to listen. sometimes you wanna listen.
before the end of this day, im determined to get something done. anything. im making up for days past, and keeping my mind situated in the right places. just trying to be right..