If you're looking for insight about life, you might be coming in to the wrong blog. Or, seeing as how you might be close to being cynical as I am, then I welcome you. In my previous post I have stated how much life isn't fair, and how much it hasn't really tried to kill me off. Maybe even when the world ends and I'm begging for death to come death would just laugh at me and leave me there to suffer.
"Life sucks, then you die."
I dreaded coming in to work today but I have no choice but to. I have only been here for a week, I'm not that much of a coward to not come in due to a broken heart. I have guilt and it's just dragging my thoughts down. I think if it weren't for all those people inside the jeep I would've screamed at the driver to hand me my change. The asshole. Two pesos is still two pesos, no matter how small, and I haven't gotten my paycheck yet. Trying to scrimp and save until the pay comes so I don't have to ask for money from my parents is a pain. Especially when all I just want to do is go and have myself a vacation. Alone. In the mountains. Away from everything, so at least if I die no one will hear me scream.
Right now I know my day is going to be a total bust, but I'm pretty sure the devils (or whoever is creating my day plan UP THERE) isn't trying that hard enough yet. You know what would send me running home in tears? When I see the one who broke my heart. Again. At work.
Pretty please God or whoever is listening, please don't do this to me.
I wish my music player wasn't so bass heavy. I could barely hear Patrick Stump's voice though my earphones. It sucks. But at least I kind of caught the line from "Save Rock and Roll" that will be my future mantra.
"You are what you love, not who loves you."
I forgot it's Valentines week here. Shit.
"Life sucks, then you die."
I dreaded coming in to work today but I have no choice but to. I have only been here for a week, I'm not that much of a coward to not come in due to a broken heart. I have guilt and it's just dragging my thoughts down. I think if it weren't for all those people inside the jeep I would've screamed at the driver to hand me my change. The asshole. Two pesos is still two pesos, no matter how small, and I haven't gotten my paycheck yet. Trying to scrimp and save until the pay comes so I don't have to ask for money from my parents is a pain. Especially when all I just want to do is go and have myself a vacation. Alone. In the mountains. Away from everything, so at least if I die no one will hear me scream.
Right now I know my day is going to be a total bust, but I'm pretty sure the devils (or whoever is creating my day plan UP THERE) isn't trying that hard enough yet. You know what would send me running home in tears? When I see the one who broke my heart. Again. At work.
Pretty please God or whoever is listening, please don't do this to me.
I wish my music player wasn't so bass heavy. I could barely hear Patrick Stump's voice though my earphones. It sucks. But at least I kind of caught the line from "Save Rock and Roll" that will be my future mantra.
"You are what you love, not who loves you."
I forgot it's Valentines week here. Shit.
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