Boo
Work weakens my resolve to end certain emotions that are taking root in my chest.
I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, but that is just silly self-reinforcement. I'm at a standstill. I know that if I want something I have to go and get it. I just can't see myself doing that right now, but relish in the tattered bits of conversation and misplaced attention.
A bit much eh?
I know it will pass.
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Oh on the subject of work; it sucked.
People don't know the meaning behind "the store will be closing in five minutes".
******** morons.
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I want to get home too. I hate walking home alone late at night, I'm lucky that no one has spotted me yet.
Mer...I feel like going across the road. Maybe down the lane.
Across the road will leave me for future chances to go across the lane.
I hate him.
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