Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. Don't you care about me anymore? Care about me, I don't think so...
I love my new job. I still don't really believe I got one, and quit Starbucks. I felt as though I was just gonna stay there and hate it for the rest of my life. I keep thinking my new boss is gonna fire me. Or discover that I really don't care about beds and that I'm only twenty going on seventeen. I feel as though I was tricked because Kathy left before she got to work with me. She left to do better things... Something she wanted to do.
I have fun, and I'm treated like an adult for it.
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