First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Everyday is the first day of the rest of your life. Somedays it's really bad. Somedays it's really, really bad. Somedays it's just bad. Welcome.
Today is a cheerless, rainy day. I'm alone, by choice. There are days where I could find strength to face the company of people. Maybe tomorrow. Oh wait, I have to face people tomorrow. I have to go to work. Today's a holiday. Ready or not, tomorrow I'll face them with my see-through fake smile.
Hooray indeed.
Today is a cheerless, rainy day. I'm alone, by choice. There are days where I could find strength to face the company of people. Maybe tomorrow. Oh wait, I have to face people tomorrow. I have to go to work. Today's a holiday. Ready or not, tomorrow I'll face them with my see-through fake smile.
Hooray indeed.
Labels: the fatman speaks
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i love you, bro.
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