I am very frustrated today. So I'm gonna make a list of things that frustrates me:
I hate that I can't find a job in my field; I graduated from college that I financed myself last may with a freaking 4.0 while working two jobs in order to "better myself" but guess what? It's almost a year later and I can't get into grad school and I'm still working those two same crappy jobs, only now for more hours; is paying the rent really worth it when you work 75 hours a week?! I
I, like the rest of you, I assume, have a ridiculous, incredible amount of books. It really is getting crazy. Anyway, I just moved out of an apartment on which every wall had a built in bookcase. The whole thing was filled with books. It was lovely. But I digress- I moved to a duplex with NO BOOKCASES. I am chronically broke- don't read this too closely, you may catch it *COUGH COUGH*- so cannot buy any.
Now the real story sets in. My well-meaning aunt has a widower friend.
Several never lever sever likeness simple sorrow told tomorrow cold until the morning light...
saw a mouse behind the stove
winked at me whiskers twitching
heard the rhythmic ticking on
but it's just my clock
next to the tattered newspaper on the chair
fallen from the wall
fallen just like me
fallen from grace