Counting down.
Aug. 14th, 2008 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
virginangelicHow many more hours must I linger
How many more minutes must I wait
How many more seconds must I withstand.
Why can't you see I need to be set free
Let me go, allow my wings to soar
You're crushing me,
You're breaking me,
You're hurting me.
It's gotta stop -
this thing we have going on.
Let's end this -
I'm tired of this act
Release me.
* * *
I've been trying to do something productive but all I've been doing is surfing the internet and answering phone calls. I'm bored but hey, tomorrow's my last day on the job as an intern. Then it's off to school. I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to the seemingly heavy workload of a final year student. The future's looking bleak for the next few years, if you get my drift. (Two letters really.)
And it's started - the whole saying goodbye. Won't be able to say goodbye to the others who are stuck on-site. And I'm a mess of emotions inside. Tomorrow will be worse.
Chin up,kiddo.
God, I need to be less emotional when it comes to parting. Perhaps we will meet again, perhaps we won't. I'll let Fate decide. I'll just look forward to exchanging stories over dinner tomorrow.
How many more minutes must I wait
How many more seconds must I withstand.
Why can't you see I need to be set free
Let me go, allow my wings to soar
You're crushing me,
You're breaking me,
You're hurting me.
It's gotta stop -
this thing we have going on.
Let's end this -
I'm tired of this act
Release me.
* * *
I've been trying to do something productive but all I've been doing is surfing the internet and answering phone calls. I'm bored but hey, tomorrow's my last day on the job as an intern. Then it's off to school. I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to the seemingly heavy workload of a final year student. The future's looking bleak for the next few years, if you get my drift. (Two letters really.)
And it's started - the whole saying goodbye. Won't be able to say goodbye to the others who are stuck on-site. And I'm a mess of emotions inside. Tomorrow will be worse.
Chin up,kiddo.
God, I need to be less emotional when it comes to parting. Perhaps we will meet again, perhaps we won't. I'll let Fate decide. I'll just look forward to exchanging stories over dinner tomorrow.
