my job finishes at 6pm, but now it’s 9pm and I’m at my desk still
not cause I’m working, just because I don’t know where to go or what to do
The person I want to be with is happy and contented with someone else
My life is rich on the commercial exterior, and hollow and empty within
i just walk the stage, empty and meaningless, wondering if I can get the courage to finally punctate this rambling and meaningless venture with a truly final punctuation point
I find a perverse companionship in reading all the posts here… Â all our little miseries swept up together and piled neatly in a […]