I didn't realize that for years, I've just wasted my weekdays.
I did the job just as it is, was mediocre, and got stuck in a traffic jam in the morning and during rush hour.
Those days, I've just spent my precious time but not enjoying what I'm doing. Cause I always wait for the weekend. Where I could finally see you.
I'm over the moon when it comes to Friday. Friday was always special, an unusual day, cause after Friday there would be Saturday and Sunday.
We're going to places we've never been stopped by, try what kinda food's arising, and usually ended up with deep talking and with arguments each other.
On the present day, Friday, one day of the week I always look forward to, had become a catastrophe for me. Cause I know, after Friday, you aren't be there anymore. You're not going to colour my weekends like was.
I was misunderstood.
Friday is not always good.
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