I looked at the calendar and saw that I had six weeks left, just six more weeks left here and I can finally be done with it. This ridiculous company which overworks me and constantly screws me around. But it was looking at this calendar I realised something. I would end this job just as the school summer holidays start.
Six weeks, that was how long the school summer holidays were. They use to feel like it lasted forever. Whereas once I use to beg for seconds to go slower, I now I urge the Hours to feel like seconds.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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Me, Myself, and I
“Alright. Get in, get out.” “What do you mean, get in, get out? You have to buy stuff for a party!” “Yeah, but I know exactly what I need to get. None of that anxious debating between two items for who knows how long. And it’s just stuff for French bread pizza. The others are bringing the rest of the stuff. And I already got the cheese at the other store. Man, I was lucky there was a sale!”
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