~HAPPY SUNDAY~

Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .
Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
We can be anyone we want to be
And all those happy people we could meet just . . .
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
HAPPY DAY ~PEEKaBOO~

I take a deep breath and enter the department of unemployment. A lady tells me to sit down and wait for my name to be called. Everyone one is looking at me. Even the unemployed people that smell are looking at me. I feel so ashamed.

Finally, after 30 minutes my name is called. ‘Hello,’ I say ‘I do not have a job anymore because I am so sad and I need some money to live on until I can pull myself together but it might not happen straight away as I think I have the depressions and it is all because of a girl…’

‘That’s awful,’ sighs the girl behind the desk.

I look up. It is The Girl I Love With All My Heart. God she looks gorgeous in her government uniform.

‘Before I met my boyfriend I too had the depressions. But my boyfriend made me love myself again and now I am so happy. Are you on any medication?’ she continues.

I nod, sign the government benefit form, and start to cry.

~PEACE~