Nov 02, 2008 21:22
At the moment, i get more satisfaction hidden under covers, flipping pages in books, or forcing my body to run up endless hills until my toes get numb. Drinking doesn't appeal to me. Running away does.
The snow starting to fall is just making me nostalgic and driving extra far just to avoid seeing certain people. I guess there is a glimmer of hope, I'm not doing terrible, somewhere in the middle is better than no where at all.
I hope.