Back in Chicago.
I didn't want to come back here until sunday. But I bought a flight home so that I can work at the job that doesn't want me, wait "need" me anymore. Fuck.
I feel like shit. Tired, headache, and my stomach hurts. Maybe it's just nerves. I didn't feel my time at home was adequate enough to leave so soon. I got to go out two nights, because my face was fat otherwise. I don't know what happened to me those first few days I came home. I wanted to die.
Ok, time to go to "work."
Go see Walk the Line, you won't regret it.
I feel like shit. Tired, headache, and my stomach hurts. Maybe it's just nerves. I didn't feel my time at home was adequate enough to leave so soon. I got to go out two nights, because my face was fat otherwise. I don't know what happened to me those first few days I came home. I wanted to die.
Ok, time to go to "work."
Go see Walk the Line, you won't regret it.