I'm no good with Maths.

Nine times for something I didn't need.
Five times for nothing.
Once, almost, for something I needed, imagined and conjured up. That didn't exist!
And what happens now?

I'm waiting for someone who likes broken things to come along. Until then I smile and round down.

But, as me, it's less than two.


And what is YOUR problem? I have never been noticed as little as this time. What? What? WHAT?!


I'm just waiting... And waiting... And drinking to come to terms with it all.


Volatile said...

Bra skrivet.
(Det är synd att detta mitt uttalande låter så stereotypt...)

Anonymous said...

Ah, du förstod. Trevligt.

Och tack :)