Fog
The morning traffic jam was beginning to get me seriously tensed up. I had woken up as early as four to avoid this but here I am. I imagined what my boss would do to me when I finally get to work, all the abusive words he would rain on me, well I should be used to it by now but funny enough I’m not.
Things never change, like how hurt I feel...
Things never change, like how hurt I feel...