I'll Never Make It Alone.
I have a feeling this week is going to drag on. This day already feels longer than the whole month of July.
I am in a mood. The weather is disgusting. Cold and rain that spits on your face everytime your head isn't down. Both my brother and my mother are gone and my house is so empty. Coming home to an empty house transports me to 10 years from now if I don't start liking myself enough to let someone else like me too. I would never be able to live alone in a brick house. I suppose I've done a good job of it so far, though.
I am in a mood. The weather is disgusting. Cold and rain that spits on your face everytime your head isn't down. Both my brother and my mother are gone and my house is so empty. Coming home to an empty house transports me to 10 years from now if I don't start liking myself enough to let someone else like me too. I would never be able to live alone in a brick house. I suppose I've done a good job of it so far, though.