Everyday is lonely; dry my eyes, they tear
I reach out to feel you, but you’re not here
My eyes search for you; reality is clear
You say you’re on your way, you’re close, you’re near
And yet the words, like you, just disappear
It’s hard to believe it true when it’s false
Or is it true, get mad, throw around faults
My heart’s in a tango, a sick, sad waltz
The feelings, the emotions, the assaults
To my mind that accepts, somehow exalts
But to turn my back on what’s been how could
I live with myself without you, withstood
This much time, this much pain, I know that you’d
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I'll eventually upload here...
Eventually...
I have a number of stories on furaffinity.net, but I want to use this to post non-furry stories. Unfortunately I keep forgetting to do so. Eventually...
Poor, poor DeviantArt. I feel as though I've neglected you for far too long. Here you sit awaiting new content, and yet all I ever do is add new watches and favourites to you. I do not upload content as I should be doing so. I have not been showing off what I can do. I have not been indulging fantasies as I do on other websites.
This stops now.
Stay tuned for a content upload in the near future. It's high time I started showing you all exactly what I'm made of.
...I'm a writer, by the way, so don't get your hopes up for pretty colours lol
I hate having to have a job. No, I don't really need one, but if I want to put money in reserve, feed and clothe myself, and keep my cell phone I kind of need to have a job. I live with my father, having moved back in a few years ago when my mother went into a nursing home, so rent is a non-issue (though I certainly help him out from time to time). But getting back to the point, I hate having a job. I work at a local copy center; I print out flyers, business cards, and so on in bulk for people, and spend much of the day harried and flopsweating as swarm after swarm of people approach me with their needs and wants while I fulfill them. I