Needing Butterfly
I've forgotten what it's like to live at home. And I'm chickening out by spending the next two nights with him, followed by working on Saturday night. So I won't see family until Sunday.Not that it matters anyway.
We are three people who just happen to live under one roof. My brother and I still talk to each other, but my mother and I are just like two ships passing in the night.
We can sit in silence for hours on end. Well, not hours. But you get the idea.
I had so much to blog about but now I'm too tired. Have to wake up early tomorrow. One of our managers is getting fired and the CEO is having a staff meeting with us tomorrow to inform us of the structural changes to the company. Yippee!
You know, I can't even tell if I'm trying to escape anymore.
I just need my boyfriend, because sometimes it feels like he's the only one that needs me.
2 Comments:
I wish my family would stop talking to me.
Hey you don't know how good you have it. I wish my mum would shut the hell up.
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