I miss you
I miss being overwhelmed by you
And I need rescue
I think I'm fading away
But I keep thinking that you'll wake me up with a whisper in my ear
I keep hoping that you'll sneak in my room
So I wait and I wait
And I run old scenes through my tired head
Of the days we laid...
I guess nothing's really safe anymore. But here I am, typing away. Why am I doing this? I don't know. I guess I figured it would help me out? Ugh. This is so stupid. I wonder if anyone would ever read this. And if they did read it, what exactly would people think of me? I guess...
I'll be starting a new job soon. Kind of nervous. I should make out better there and am looking forward to making some $$$. I'm not paid hourly or have salary like most jobs. The nature of my field. More like piece work.plus the outrageous price of health insurance is too much...