If I were to not lie to myself, I would honestly say that I am ready to leave here, this place. A new employee has come, and she is the one who will be helping her a lot, as this is her line of work. I trust that my workload will decrease very significantly. On one hand, I am glad, as I can write out things like this or have ideas formulating in my mind. Yet... on the other hand, I dislike having nothing to do, as the time will pass really slowly. It's like my S job all over again, except for that time, I could surf the net and catch up on my movies and television shows.

These few days, as the last day of my contract approaches ever so slowly, I constantly count the amount of things I have on the table in which they are mine, and I can bring it home. The amount is nearly always the same...six. Will I miss the place? Yes, for sure. Will I miss the people? ... I guess. Will I miss the environment? Definitely. This is way different as compared to that job. Here, I do more work... although it can be quite lax at times, such as now. It is only 9.36am and I am bored out of my mind. In order not to fall asleep as my eyes are threatening me to, I am writing this.

Thrown out,
Left alone,
The darkness can't help but seep in.
And yet I implore,
For You the King,
to save me from this big mess.

My horrible attempt at poetry writing ^.

I wish so dear,
for you so far,
to come with me,
at so low a fee.

^ I don't even... I just can't.