Working this day end job is pointless. Every single day is a bore. I just exist, in this classes wasteland of a job, society, that I worked so hard for. A lonely child at birth with two loving parents who's kid was good all throughout private school and on to a Ivey League college to "make her dad proud." What a waste that was. Now I work in a law firm where I'm now a grey blob on this giant portrait that I call the United States of America. No this isn't a "woe is me tale" I'm not looking for anything. Well I'm looking for something, and it starts with my manager who is just walking up to me now.
YOU ARE READING
I'm at a loss for....
General FictionIn times I tend to think that things could be worse. I look at the sun rising, turn over and I see that face. I see the beautiful face you make, a subtle smile and then your morning eyes open to me kissing you on the forehead saying, "Good morning"
