MAKING OUT

Drives my way home… the same night, same pain, and same problem. I’ll be alright… I just need some time to learn how to feel okay with myself again. “Jeez…” I mumble as I realize that I left my charger on my work desk. “Shit…” I turn around my car and back to the office. “It’s 8 PM!” I say while staring at the top of my phone screen. I drive my way to the office and I see a couple of cars still parked in the parking lot. I parked my car and get out of the car, I left my bag in the car and walk to the office by myself.

“Hey… you here!” The receptionist man says. “Hey… I left my charger and I’m back to take it with me” I say while holding the phone in my hand. “Alright then… good night,” He says. “Thank you, sir…” I say. I walk to my workplace and it’s too dark there. “Shit…” I say deep inside. I turn on the light and walk to my desk… I’m looking for my charger and I cannot find it, I keep looking and I found the charger under my work desk. “Thank god” I sigh. I take the charger with me