Work Thou Art My Foe

I hate jobs. They eat so much time out of one's day that there is rarely any time left for important things. I miss my husband. I see him for a few hours every day, approximately three or four. But, I am selfish, and I want to spend an entire day with him. Not to do anything special, just to be with him. I just want to know that I have him all to myself. However, our schedules always seem to collide. The days he has off, I work and vice versa.

Ah, well. Such is life. I don't have to like it, but it is still going to happen. Argh.

Oh, To be Young Again

I really just wanted to write a few words. I have noticed recently, more than usual, how complicated life gets as one grows older. Boys stayed away from girls and vice versa because members of the opposite sex were gross or had cooties. Now, men and women can no longer have a relationship without some type of sexual tension occuring.

Decisions that one faced with were simple. Basically, all one had to figure out was how to waste the hours of the day. Today, jobs need to be found, money needs to be made, where to live, what to wear, what to say. Everything is important and the consequences of every action are much higher.

Life is just not easy anymore. It still has its moments of pure bliss, but it has a good share of terrible ones to. Thank God He is faithful and will see me through it all.

I'm Such a Fake.

I'm such a fake.
I pretend to be a good person,
but that is a lie.
My mind wanders
And I usually take myself to wander with it.

I'm such a fake.
One day I'm happy
Another day not.
My fickle attitude wears me out
And I am sure others, as well.

I'm such a fake.
I don't want to be.
Why do I make myself stay in this rutt?

I'm such a fake.
What's worse
I know how to fix it
But have no will-power to do it.
Why not?

I'm such a fake.
But, Oh God,
I want to be real.