Can't help myself -- Lost Without U, Robin Thicke
What the hell am I thinking!
I can't find any swim trunks, I'll just go back home...
Sitting in front of my computer, doing nothing worth doing, and growing anxious over the coming months; they aren't even here yet. What the hell am I thinking, doing this to myself? I can't afford a move! I can't afford something so expensive as that week trip before that! I can't get my car fixed with what little I have saved up... I don't have any money, when I think about it. I've got so much to do.
No, I haven't received your transcripts, or your letters.
No, the computer says we have not yet received your packages.
No, we never received your letter of withdrawal.
What the hell... Something is going on. I can't get out of this place.
...but would it be any better anywhere else?
If you want to get in touch with me via telephone, just click this link and call me -- it goes straight to my phone, and if i can't answer, just leave a message. :D
1 comment:
we always suspect a move means better- but the connotations around that aren't always true. I do hope things are looking up for you dear- and I have a bit of good news... one of my stories is getting published.. I hope you will know your reassurance over the years of my style has been huge in helping me to have the confidence to continue in a world that usually wants much more specific writing.
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