I love my job, but sometimes I wish summer was over. It's not like I want to go back to school or I don't want to work...it's just...pauses are hard to deal with. I'm dreading everything that comes with the end of summer except one thing. I guess that rules out everything else. But even that I'm a little bit anxious about.
I feel like I'm forgetting stuff that I thought was a permanent part of me. I know in a while it won't be like that and I'll be wishing for the pangs of memory to go away. But I think forgetting is worse. I'd rather have the pain than forget. I'd rather have the cause of the pain than the absence of it.
I feel like I'm forgetting stuff that I thought was a permanent part of me. I know in a while it won't be like that and I'll be wishing for the pangs of memory to go away. But I think forgetting is worse. I'd rather have the pain than forget. I'd rather have the cause of the pain than the absence of it.
