Must Get Out...
I'm sick of work... I really am. Red Robin can take their burgers and shove it... but I need the money... so the only place the burgers are getting shoved... is into the mouths of hungry bitchy, 10% tip leaving guests of Grandville... I hate this city...
I keep dreaming... and I keep getting more and more lonely. I don't like this place, this gray, I want white or black, not this unending purgatory of thoughts and feelings. I need to stop... but I can't help but push on... trying for something I know is stupid to want.
Now the question...
When do I break? When do I snap under the stress of trying and trying... only to inevitably fail?
I give it another month... -.-
~Ann
I keep dreaming... and I keep getting more and more lonely. I don't like this place, this gray, I want white or black, not this unending purgatory of thoughts and feelings. I need to stop... but I can't help but push on... trying for something I know is stupid to want.
Now the question...
When do I break? When do I snap under the stress of trying and trying... only to inevitably fail?
I give it another month... -.-
~Ann