it is sunday, again. only 4 weeks and i am starting to see things from the perspective of a working adult, phoey. i don't know which word is worse, working or adult. peter pan do you hear my cry?
cracks are starting to appear in the wonderland i know as s**** i****** land. i should have seen this coming; the first signs of tension always appear a couple of weeks after everyone is too damn tired to be polite or pretend that the story that you've repeated for the nth time is funny. it wasn't funny the first time, it won't be funny after the 10th re-telling sorry. you have no idea how much i miss you guys but i will suck it up.
i just wish people would learn to spell and write properly. i will never be able to accept the fact that i have peers who spell so badly (nibble =/= nimble).
nostalgic sunday, one of my favourite songs. i wish they had this song in their minds whenever we get caught in the middle.
our day will come.
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