the smell of a stale life...

Who am I? I asked myself as I sat on my bed watching the rain fall on windows and roll off on a yellow autumn leaves. I was just finishing my seniour year at college with no exams left to study for,waiting for gaduation. Sure I could go further with my education if I had any money and will to work for it. But somehow I couldn't stand 9-5 working hours and rat race every single day. I couldn't keep commited to just one work in my life,desk in the office and trafic jams in 7am. My life was pretty boring acctually,no boyfriend,no friends that live anywhere near me.
All I had was music,loud indie music that would take my in my dream world and spike that feeling once again...once again I couldn't stand this same old house,same old people and dying world outside . Just as I was about to drift of in a dream world I heard someone calling my name. ..

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