19 February 2006
4:56 AM ♥ ♥ ♥
4:56 AM ♥ ♥ ♥
Exit Fiction, Enter Reality.
"The worst thing is that split second where the last shred of the
confidence you've managed to scrape together for the occasion
disintegrates & you know that you just can't do this. You feel
stupid for ever thinking you could. And you wish you really could."
Did you really think you understood that? No.
You read words & words only. You read past the emotions
of which these words were born.
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We quit. Woohoo!
We figured $4.30 an hour isn't attractive enough to
make us stay, ANY LONGER. It doesn't cover the
work we do or the hogwash + mendacious boasting
we have to put up with. & oh yes, the malicious
scandalmongers at work. How can I forget.
To hell with Gelare.
EVERYTHING about that place just arouse aversion.
(With particular disgust towards the people there.)
The next time we head down to the beach, it won't be
for work. Finally.
Your opinion:
..cos this time, I want it.