So I miss my friend. i don’t know why. I just do
I hate this place. Three aisles won’t get done tonight. And they won’t get done by day shift, so we’ll have them left over tonight when we get here. And so it starts.
Truly, I hate this place. It didn’t used to be so bad, but the last few years it’s gone straight to shit. I can’t stand it
Why? Why does nobody listen to me? I do things the way I do them because it works. But no, everything is always on everyone else’s timeline and however they want it. Nothing’s ever what I want. I love it
It’s amazing how many songs I like are actually about endings. I never really noticed until recently. I wonder if that says something about me or just my current state of mind.
I love it when people make up lies to cover up things that don’t need to be. It makes life so much more complicated than it needs to be
So I hope you didn’t expect to actually read my thoughts. I made this so I could talk to myself essentially. Nice try though!