I cut my hair.
Well it's actually not something I did,
I had the stylist to do it for me, but anyway......
It's SHORT now.
I've been trying to gain the ability to become a secretary.
As hard as if it's a life goal or some sort of career plan or what.
I print things, get to make friends with xerox machines, manage to produce pieces of paper of the right size when there's no supply, open and correct and save computer files, and last but not least pretending to be a real upcoming special-assistant-to-be.
It seems that I've spent all my life mocking myself,
And when reality sneaks up from none of the words,
everything else collapse.
It's ironic how unhopefully idealistic a person can be.
Suppose there will not be a day that I don't dread my own being.
I need more faith.
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