I'm angry about this whole work situation. And I'm lonely too. Right now, the only thing that would make me feel a lot better, that would be if a good dearl old what's-her-face called my phone just to ask how I am.
I'm not a weak person. Sometimes I just feel that there isn't much to do things for other than myself, and it really sucks. The last time I did things with a person in mind, man, I ran. I ran until my body felt like pumping stomach acid.
I miss you, what's her face. Your face is beautiful. Your hands are small, your body is perfect. Your smile warms me up.
Whatever, back to reality. Shitjob at 7, gotta leave at 5am. 4 hours and 50 minutes left.
Mau.
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