It is technically Monday. This laptops too tiny, bless my soul. I don’t wanna work, no. Work’s a headache, but the constant throb in my temple does go away as payday nears. Such is the life of working class heroines like me. Everyday blurs by, your own desires clouded by your need to survive, to provide. Days are counted by the hours and the lunchbreaks punctuated in between them. Months are counted by the 15ths and 30ths. Years…I’ve yet to count those.
Funny how things change. How you were part of something, and how you are now not. How those strangers used to be your best friends. How things fall apart and build themselves again. How you get lost and found time and again as well. I’m still 21 but I feel so old and ragged. Missing some people,yes. But I guess missing people is just part of those simple changes you’d have to accept—-and sometimes make—-to grow up. There are just some people who’ve somehow floated away from you and are never coming back. Some doors just need to be closed. Time and people change. And so should you.
