I wonder what it would be like to be a nomad. Never have a real plan, no commitments to deal with. When something goes wrong, it doesn't matter because you're leaving anyway. I wonder if that's the way to do. Maybe those herders had it right. I wish I had to drive to up and go, without taking a second glance back.
I just wanted one day where people weren't so up themselves. Just ONE fucking day to relax and have fun and not have to worry about anything. Why can't people take the focus off themselves and appreciate others for ONE FUCKING DAY?!
So yeah, tomorrow's about to be a bust. Happy fucking birthday to me. (And yeah, sorry, that's a very selfish
I am not a criminal. I do not want this record to affect my future, and the plans I am setting up for next year. I do not want to be stuck in this state. I am not a criminal, I am a failure. I want to flourish from my failure. But for now, I'm totally defeated and I can't get that out of my mind.
You know... Last winter definitely did not feel this cold! I like seeing the snow, but I feel a little bombarded! It's overstaying the welcome-home party.