I can't fucking believe I've been working at Quiznos for a year. I hate this job so much. It makes me feel so worthless, I get no respect from my bosses or the customers. If I ask someone "white or wheat?" one more time I'm going to fucking die. FUCK.
The paranoia inside of me makes life become lies too deep. Blonde locks and seeing red. Our eye contact, her on your bed. My worth, your trust. Lost and found temptations lust. Despite the fault lines I mend the cracks. Between addicted lovers and what you lack. Luckily my purple heart, always sheilds me when you start.
I'm not spending Father's Day with my dad, I'm an awful person. I've been picking up shifts at work to try and save up for my move. I know he understands that I need the money, but I definitely feel like the world's worst daughter.