Where do I begin. It's been a time. Finally something I can't joke about. Having your dreams crushed and being called a liar by someone you care about so deeply is devastating. And if you ever read this I hope you realize what you did to me. But I am not who you said I was. You forgot me. You manipulated me. You put me down in your darkest moments to make yourself feel greater because of your own insecurities. And I never spoke ill of you. I never told you what I really thought.
Well, it’s been interesting to say the least and 100% qualifies for “MissAdventure” certification. In the first weeks of my newest post-university adventure I have had the pleasure of witnessing the downfall (whist being assured it is not) of a company division. Oh and yes, I am working at said division. Not exactly what I had been waiting over a year for, but if all was normal this wouldn’t be as tantalizing of a tale. See, it appeared that my troubles would be over after the severe flash flooding I witnessed from the “least safe place to be”, listening to the emergency radio broadcast and realizing that was exactly where I was. The terror really sinks in when you look to the left and quite literally see a car… sinking… in water. Submerged. Gone. Don’t worry, I’m still here to bring a good hearty laugh and smile to your day at my own expense. My apartment was fine thanks to my dear grandfather (thank you again!) who insisted I pour over a flood map before choosing an apartment. ...
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