All I want for Christmas is (a day off and) you.
So, I'm back in Widnes; for the first time in what? Since late October? It's weird, really. I've not exactly seen much of the town; but nevermind. I'm sure lots of things have changed and all, but I almost don't care.
I miss people. People from here; but I don't know how long I'll be in town. I'm down to work Boxing Day, but I don't know how I'm supposed to get up to Lancaster without a train. I've called and everything, to try and arrange cover; but nevermind.
My seperation from this place (other than as a location where people reside), seems to have become complete. I'm neither happy nor proud, but I've barely spoken to any of my friends in so long. This needs to be rectified; but again I'm not sure when. I'm trying to plan something for my birthday, but plans aren't finalised. I don't know.
I hate myself, in some ways. You know HOW I finally realised this place held nothing for me? When I realised that I don't even particularly keep the memories anymore.
I can't remember Claire's phone number.
Five years, floating around in my head with no value whatsoever, and then just drawing a blank. It's actually a little worrying in some respects. I don't forget, as a rule. That and...other neurological events have had me a little stressed of late.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just jaded.
I miss people. People from here; but I don't know how long I'll be in town. I'm down to work Boxing Day, but I don't know how I'm supposed to get up to Lancaster without a train. I've called and everything, to try and arrange cover; but nevermind.
My seperation from this place (other than as a location where people reside), seems to have become complete. I'm neither happy nor proud, but I've barely spoken to any of my friends in so long. This needs to be rectified; but again I'm not sure when. I'm trying to plan something for my birthday, but plans aren't finalised. I don't know.
I hate myself, in some ways. You know HOW I finally realised this place held nothing for me? When I realised that I don't even particularly keep the memories anymore.
I can't remember Claire's phone number.
Five years, floating around in my head with no value whatsoever, and then just drawing a blank. It's actually a little worrying in some respects. I don't forget, as a rule. That and...other neurological events have had me a little stressed of late.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just jaded.
