I decide to not be good. I will try to be moodless, if not irritated. I am tired of being good. And being about to fall sick doesnt make anything better when you are alone.
And I will try my bestest not to stay behind and work alone anymore. It is sort of redundant and I have my fears staying behind alone. The shadows and the idea of people of other nationalities staying nearby and a werid uncle creep me out.
And I am sleepy and I miss my dog, and I hope my Birthday dont come.
If it comes, I wanna get drunk. I swear.
I dont want to be nice and smile to people for the rest of the week. Let me get more sick so I can skip welding tomorrow. I want to skip maths tonight. I will go somewhere for a walk, like how I used to do.
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