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"Whining is anger through a small opening."
--Al Franken
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Thoughts of you keep coming back to me like it was just like yesterday.
I miss the way you laugh.
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Wow.
So last night, my commute from work was exhausting and I was listening to this cheesy song. It was pouring hard and even with an umbrella I was soaked through.
I remember that one afternoon, it was like that too. We just finished watching a movie and we didn't have an umbrella but I have my hat on.
I told you, "I don't want you to get wet!"
"You don't?"
"Hahaha, no not like that."
So that gives me a smile on my face. The kind of stuff that we talked about. Your blue eyes and your soft lips. I wonder what kind of brain glitches I have for putting on the wrong reasons to live the right reasons. So I'm telling myself I'm off timing, I'm almost always busy and I don't really know how to express what I feel.
Or you never really liked me anyway because now you tell me you're with somebody else.
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My condo that we're renting was sold and my roommates and I have the place until the 30th of June. Slowly looking for a place, I was hoping we can move west side. Downtown would be so much fun but a bit pricey for our taste. They placed their case moving east side, somewhere south of Vancouver or Burnaby. We still can't decide.
And there's a part of me that wants to move out on my own. Maybe live the downtown life, single and traffic free. I am still buying my electric skooter. But my bills are considerably piling up on me and I have other plans this summer. My skydiving trip with my friends, yet I have other necessities to consider tuition fees, rent, hydro bills, cable.
The worst is student loan. I'm almost there but how much money do I have left? Nothing. So whatever's left I am torn between giving into pleasures or sacrificing it all to whatever is needed most (once again).
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