i really really hate work,
& i still have to drag my ass down to that stupid restaurant later.
BLAH.
mum says i can quit if i really hate it there,
but it's like only the first stupid week,
AND i need the stupid money.
oh damn.
it's not that the people's not nice,
i mean, the people's fab man,
but the work sucks, seriously.


i cannot cannot wait for next year to come faster.
then, i can quit my job.
HAH.


i miss you.


hmm, you're leaving tonight.
i'd love to tell you to take good care of yourself,
but i highly doubt you'll take note.
three days with nothing and no one.
when you make a clean break & run away from everything,
teach me to do the same please.


if i were to say that i don't care,
& it matters no more to me,
& that i've sorted out my thinking,
would you believe me?
or are you turning your back on me once more?


i slept on the stupid, dirty kitchen floor last night.
fuck man.
i woke up, horribly disgusted with myself.
eeyer, oh and i almost twisted my stupid feet.
'cause they were so numb i couldn't feel them.

dadeedum, on a sidenote,
i'm not going for work today, yay.
i love mum.
but nobody's picking the stupid phone up,
SHIT.


i thought it would erase the memories.
i thought fuck wrong.
& now i'm still running away.
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