Now it's in panic, the next it's serene.
Last night I thought I lost you. And then when I got you back, you gave me such a headache. Today the guard says he'll throw a part of you in the trash if I don't fetch you by 5pm. That guard would seriously have to learn a thing or two.
Yesterday I thought I was far behind in my schedule. Last night somebody said I'm way ahead.
Today I said I'll leave by morning because there is so much left to accomplish. The next minute I said I could make it in time in the afternoon since I am very near my target.
I'm scratching the rashes on my face. I'm covering them with powder, patting them with make-up. I am supposed to be a working student.
Yes. No.
