...665: The Neighbor of the Beast.
Well, at least I'm still reminded of home.
Walking down the brick highway, the cold air blowing in my face because the only fleece I brought got food on it. Feeling alone.
The wonderful lonliness that I hadn't experienced in so long... a nostalgic empowerment I can only be given when sober.
Because no one calls. No one picks up. And I get confused about things. Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying.
But this feeling is just so nice, from four five years ago...
I didn't realize how much I missed me.
Walking down the brick highway, the cold air blowing in my face because the only fleece I brought got food on it. Feeling alone.
The wonderful lonliness that I hadn't experienced in so long... a nostalgic empowerment I can only be given when sober.
Because no one calls. No one picks up. And I get confused about things. Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying.
But this feeling is just so nice, from four five years ago...
I didn't realize how much I missed me.