But in 12 days, I’ll be out of here.
No complaints.
At least there’s nothing I can do to fix any complaints.
So, no complaints.
Little stroll this noon.
Old age is still harsh.
Wednesday. 20 Days. Midterms.
Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
But in 12 days, I’ll be out of here.
No complaints.
At least there’s nothing I can do to fix any complaints.
So, no complaints.
Little stroll this noon.
Old age is still harsh.