22 April 2007 Drifting, drifting, drifting along.I rid myself of worries, and the worries were gone. I only run when I want to and I sleep like a dog. I'm just drifting, drifting along. The suitcoats say, "There is money to be made." They get so damn excited, but I guess it's their way. My road it may be lonely just because it's not paved. It's good for drifting, drifting away. I've turned down another job offer. That's 2 so far. I'm being picky on purpose. I want to find the right place but at the same time, I don't care. What I really want is to be back in England. I've done a preliminary application and I'm working on my research proposal. It's just a matter of when and how. Oh, and telling my parents. I have faced it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again. I escaped it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again. Having tasted, a life wasted, I'm never going back again. The world awaits just up the stairs Leave the pain for someone else. Nothing back there for you to find Or was it you, you left behind? |
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