paper cuts, bruises and sore limbs.

i'm tired.
was 2nd earliest for work today. amazing.
work was fun.
suffering from paper cuts thought.
bruises on my palms.
and i tmdknn kicked a drawer left open while trying to find a perm staff to answer my questions.
ARGH. got one huge bruise now.

i hate chopping.
but i can foresee only more chopping.
i hate putting fasteners.
but i foresee more of that.
my whole body is aching.
damn.

it's time to sleep earlier.
sleeping on the bus has become a norm.
very bad.

work's fun thought. looking forward to it, and knowing i'm earning money every hour keeps me going. and i like the feeling of being busy anyway. =) hoping to know more people better and keep enjoying work until the last day! woots.

call me impatient.
call me insensitive.
call me jaded.
call me nonchalant.

i can't be bothered anymore.
i'm a close to emotionless selfish prick.
ok fine, i choose who to care.

don't do this to me.
if you don't love me, let me be.
the closer you want to come;
the nicer you are to me,
i fear the day where i will willingly fall into your trap, again.
let me be.
until i can totally feel nothing.
please.
a promise already broken is like a heart torn apart by beasts.