He turns me... ON!

For an average person like me, being loved is so superficial that it is hardly can be reached by my bare hand. Seriously it is hard and somehow, I think of it too many times and tire my soul out, eventually. It is something like hide and seek game, the more you look for someone, the tiring you get. And apparently, I am so tired.
I've been scheduled to attend a conference that will be held at Holiday Inn, Glenmarie regarding energy saving by the usage of air conditioner - tentatively tomorow. I haven't browse through yet the tentative but it seems like I have no (or less) interest in attending such seminar (or conference whichever applicable) as I have a quite established job in my company (though the fact they always pay my wages extensively late) and I think of having those certificates won't do me any better. I'm an old woman. I'll become septuagenarian soon. My skin is moving downwards parallel to the gravity force. My hair is getting greyer day by day and I'm not fancy in coloring them. My flesh is getting rot and my heart starts to beat slower. My lung is so old that it can't filter the air that I breathe. I am an old bitch.
I am an old bitch/hooker. At least, give me a chance to taste how does it feel like to have a boyfriend, once if not many. I might sound pathetic but the fact I am pathetic is always intrigue me. At least, my bank accounts are blossoming with money. At least I have cars while you that called me pathetic - DON'T. At least I have my own fully-paid three-storey house while you still struggling on paying the rental.
My life is established enough. But my life isn't that colorful as anyone else. I need a boyfriend.
And lately, he turns me ON.
And he said, I turned him OFF.
WTF!

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