The truth is life is a bitch. You keep saving the right words for the boring, mundane but necessary stories that when it comes to the fun, non-work related bits, you are lost for words. Somehow I've got to get my act together. Somehow I've got to get past this. For there is more to life than work, although it doesn't seem like it these days.
There's holidays and the promise of the next holiday. There's an interesting guy, oh yes...there's music and the half bottle of white wine just for me. There is the anticipation of the future. There is reason to carry on. There are reasons for expression. There is hope. There will always be hope.
There's holidays and the promise of the next holiday. There's an interesting guy, oh yes...there's music and the half bottle of white wine just for me. There is the anticipation of the future. There is reason to carry on. There are reasons for expression. There is hope. There will always be hope.
