Hiding in the Shadows

Things, finally, are starting to look up.
On Saturday I finally got my letter through from HM Revenues, to tell me of where I lived during the year the council tax are trying to screw me for... So, before work today I went into the council offices, and presented them with the 24 pages that I'd been sent. They got told in a very nice, calm voice, that here was the proof they requested, and to please look into the court orders/attatchment of earnings/debt collection stuff, and GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING MONEY YOU'VE ALREADY TAKEN FROM ME YOU THIEVING CUNTS!! The nice lady said she'd forward on my request, and someone would get back to me in a couple of weeks... yeah, make that a couple of months and I might believe you. Oh well, at least it's on the way to being sorted anyways.

So yeah, the money crisis is slowly (and I mean comotose tortoise kinda slow). And generally the happiness is coming back aswell. I actually came into work on Sunday (overtime) with more energy than I knew what to do with. Just need the love life situation to perk up a bit, and I'll be fully ok. Pity T isn't answering my emails, and A hardly texts anymore though... and D is back flirting again, making things difficult...
Finding people to date is such hard work...

	This is my space to air my demons, where no-one knows my name. Here I sit, quietly, hiding from the world.
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I hide beneath the black clouds of my broken soul, The soul that holds the love that is left, And the clouds that hold the life we could have lived. A twisted love runs deeper than the blood in my veins. But the past still exists, so please dont try to walk away. My broken soul is all you can see, and the black clouds will always be here. As I stare at my reflection through shattered glass, I take a look into our past. Will you ever realize how I feel? Our past can never be forgotton. Im still beneath the black clouds, Hiding from my misery. The love is still there, but the life has dissapeared. Do you understand what im trying to say to you now? If I told you I love you, I meant it with every breathe. If say I need you, I tell the truth. The black clouds are full of my pain, and my broken soul is all that I have left. So I will stare at my reflection through this shattered glass, and hide beneath the black clouds of my broken soul, The love still exists, and I wonder, What happened to the dream that we both could be living... ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~*~
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