I did this and it's not okay.
The calendar and the wine and my love were for you.
But no, not the blueberries.
I didn't lie. I didn't cheat. But I feel like I stole.
I'm sitting here with all my new found free time not knowing what to do. My students are frustrated, and I'm failing them.
Fire drill, quiz, stuttering, locked my keys in my office, I can't deal with myself. I wish I could run away from me.
Too fast. I'm making a bad decision. The right one?
I just sit and cry.
The calendar and the wine and my love were for you.
But no, not the blueberries.
I didn't lie. I didn't cheat. But I feel like I stole.
I'm sitting here with all my new found free time not knowing what to do. My students are frustrated, and I'm failing them.
Fire drill, quiz, stuttering, locked my keys in my office, I can't deal with myself. I wish I could run away from me.
Too fast. I'm making a bad decision. The right one?
I just sit and cry.
2 comments:
You know I've been sitting here for at least 5 minutes trying to figure out something clever and witty to comment on this... but I got nuttin'.
Should there really be a witty comment to a painful entry?
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