Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock seems to be stuck at 8:00.
Some days my job is boring. I look out the big tinted window and beg for 1:00. I just want to go home. I just want to go curl up in my big, warm bed. I know it’s waiting for me with open arms. All I had to do was get out of work.
Some days work is slow, and I want it to end. Put me out my misery, I beg. It’s days like that that I get to know more people. I seem to be more talkative when there is no one around. I need that social interaction. Not today, the world says leaving me quite uneasy.
Instead of telling you about coffee today, can I talk about something else? Can I have permission to talk about life? Real, hard life?
I do this regardless of your opinion.
Fact: I am just a girl in a world that smothers me, and creativity.
Fiction: I am just a girl.
I have been
Okay, what to say. Life. Life. Life.
I don’t know anything about life. Come to think about it.
I’ve been reading again. I love reading. If I know anything I’d say it’s all about learning.
Music seems to understand life. Music seems to understand a lot of things.
I’ll apologize for this post. It’s just a jumble and twist of thoughts.
I guess that’s life though.
A jumble and twist.