Dreading waking up, almost over-sleeping, and then throwing on the same old bra in hopes that it'll hold my tits up for the day... just trying to make a cent while hopefully not spending it.. you know, same old shit.
but the day got progressively weirder as it went on..
after work; when I got home, in the back of my head I was questioning-
"did i complete everything I needed to do, did i disappoint anyone, was everything clean, are my co-workers okay?" ....
But those thoughts slowly, but surely drifted away while I was home with a cigarette in my hand.
"did i complete everything I needed to do, did i disappoint anyone, was everything clean, are my co-workers okay?" ....
But those thoughts slowly, but surely drifted away while I was home with a cigarette in my hand.
While puffing the sweetness of an after work smoke I slowly peeled my drenched with sweat/insecurity socks off my feet and threw them into the abyss of my room!!!!!!!... "good!"
nothing seemed to matter anymore, and that's when I got the brilliant idea of leaving my house..
So brilliant at first, but then once you do it you have to prepare yourself.
