I now have a habit of waking up early and sleeping again until eleven. Not good, especially now that I have chores to do, plenty more than what I already have in my hands.
Tomorrow, I'll tackle the toilets and clean 'em my way. And then perhaps, the bookshelves. Not my books, they are fine. In case you still haven't a clue about what I'm babbling about, Mum's offered to pay me two hundred fifty be it I do all the chores. Of course I accepted the offer in an instant as I could use some cash myself. I am flat broke. I need money. Desperately.
Apart from that, I am still confined behind these walls, within the parameters. Still bored as ever with nothing else to do than clean clean clean and lurking around the net stalking people, if I ever feel like it, that is.
I miss my friends. I miss everyone.
My hand can't keep up with the overflow of words and emotions that is happening in me at the moment. Too much, too leceh. Perhaps I'll jot down those thoughts, worries, woes and doubts some other time.
In the mean time, I really need to stop listening to sad soppy love songs.
Tomorrow, I'll tackle the toilets and clean 'em my way. And then perhaps, the bookshelves. Not my books, they are fine. In case you still haven't a clue about what I'm babbling about, Mum's offered to pay me two hundred fifty be it I do all the chores. Of course I accepted the offer in an instant as I could use some cash myself. I am flat broke. I need money. Desperately.
Apart from that, I am still confined behind these walls, within the parameters. Still bored as ever with nothing else to do than clean clean clean and lurking around the net stalking people, if I ever feel like it, that is.
I miss my friends. I miss everyone.
My hand can't keep up with the overflow of words and emotions that is happening in me at the moment. Too much, too leceh. Perhaps I'll jot down those thoughts, worries, woes and doubts some other time.
In the mean time, I really need to stop listening to sad soppy love songs.
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