Sunday, June 7

Ran away to Anna's again.

After doing that last entry, I couldn't stay home. Everything started again like how it was in December. Almost fought with mom, and if my brother was gonna call me at 4am again just to ask me to sort out his problems with Claris, I'd probably flare.

My heart feels so heavy inside.. I feel so torn up and I feel like screaming like a fucking maniac.

I want to break down and cry, but nothing falls.

Is it this mask?

Wish I could throw it all away.

It's my last day at TMP, don't know if I'll miss the place. I doubt it, but I'd surely miss some of the people there.

Scott, the new trainees..

Telling Mazon not to be an idiot. Laughing at Aubrey whenever she makes a mistake or when she starts dancing like a poledancer in the kitchen. All the chit chats with the Soy Milk uncle on my smoke break.

Maybe the shift is good. TMP to BDK..

That means I don't have to see you. You don't have to text me saying one of your friends saw me, or if you saw me yourself.. I won't have to rely on you saying you're gonna come when you're not.

What gives, anyway? I don't wanna see you again.

I have to give you back your stuff though. I don't know how.

Fuck.

Seems like right out of a song, don't it?

When I get to Warwick Avenue
We'll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more
I showed you the answers; now here's the door

When I get to Warwick Avenue
I'll tell you, baby, that we're through

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, out of my mind lately
You think you're loving, but you don't love me
I want to be free; baby, you've hurt me.

All the days spent together
I wished for better,
But I didn't want the train to come
Now it's departed -- I'm broken hearted,
Seems like we never started
All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn't want the train to come

You think you're loving, but you don't love me
I want to be free.
Baby, you hurt me, you don't love me,
I want to be free; baby, you've hurt me.

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