And I come back from a glorious night to hear Tom Petty died; could not believe it. I felt so comfortable with his music, look; he was the light. Didn't make any jokes today.
Things are working out well but i'll process that tomorrow.
I get no praise at work. The boss goes to her favourites.
Some so called friends have abused my trust. I know who respects me.
Labels: shattered dreams, things getting better

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