Incomplete insanity

So for the past two weeks I've been working. I guess technically the work wasn't hard, but there's a certain element of... stress, I suppose, that goes into being responsible for thousands of dollars, for handling it, transporting it, ensuring customer satisfaction, having to face the screaming, suspicious, and/or sarcastic ones. Being afraid of being short some money is another thing. It either comes off your paycheque, or you get fired... and it comes off your paycheque. Heh... 15 days of it, and it was alright. Waking up at 5:30 AM each day, sometimes coming home at 9 PM, sometimes at 1 PM. Its over for now?

I started several posts. Not in type, but on paper. I started each one and wrote as far as time and circumstance allowed. I never continued each one from one day to the next. Each day I grasped something, I tried to write it down. When something interrupted, that idea was lost.

I've lost too much.

I'm tired.

I can't sleep.

I'm so scared to dream. I wish I had the strength to.

Its a new day fallen.

[So lost and disillusioned] {Blink 182 - Feeling This}

Signing off,

Whispered Screams