Friday, February 22, 2008
What's the story now?
know what? i've not been saying this for quite sometime now, but i hate working now. not that i hate my job. i just don't know why.
Haiz...i should have just stayed at Camden. With memories that linger and wont seem to go away... Why cant I be happier? Today's a brand new day...The hurt I'm feeling now wont disappear over night but Someway... Somehow... Everything will turn out alright.
Sometimes I feel like the last cookie in the cookie jar- broken and alone. I've not been going to lunch for hmm~ can't remember how long. Not that i'm on a diet but i'm usually alone. You know i hate going to crowded places alone, so the thought of having lunch ALONE just shudders me. i'm afraid of the crowds I'm in. actually i'm afraid of everything. i rather be very fcking hungry then to go LUNCH ALONE. yeh, but it's ok. i can just sit here and do my stuff.........
alone.
alone.
alone.
.....
still alone now.
ring. ring. ring. chitter chatter. chitty chatter. familiar faces, un familiar faces. stupid smells. ring~
alone.
alone.
alone.
suddenly alone seems so subtle.
When you're up, your friends know who you are.
When you're down, you know who your friends are...
