its really cold outside. i hate the cold. i hate the ground frozen beneath my feet. i hate inhaling the freezing fog . i button up, wrap up, step into the dark evening and light a cigarette and pray that this will soon be over. this harsh winter will soon turn into beautiful spring and then hot summers.
im dyeing to get away from here. i am trying my hardest to try and reach somewhere to call home. its hard drifting and never knowing. maybe all i need is to find someone who makes me feel like im home. i haven’t felt that in so long.
