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if life is a journey, then i guess this is the part where i'm walking on very thin ice over a large lake, and almost every step forward makes the ice crack. it's cold and frozen beneath me, and my only chance is to tread lightly, not dwell, try to plan my steps out carefully, and not panic. otherwise the ice breaks, and i go under. and if i find my way back out from that, i'll be something else entirely. i'd rather make it to solid ground more or less intact.
too many bad things happening all at once, and i have no one to look to. i wish i were optimistic. or at the very least less scared about what is coming my way next.
maybe that's why i desperately wish it would snow. how is it that during the warmest december in history, it feels so much like winter for me.
too many bad things happening all at once, and i have no one to look to. i wish i were optimistic. or at the very least less scared about what is coming my way next.
maybe that's why i desperately wish it would snow. how is it that during the warmest december in history, it feels so much like winter for me.