Fantastic song. Too bad I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know what it is about living here, but I can't handle it. I just get..so depressed. And I don't even know what about. And I'm trying so hard not to let it win. But I'm fighting a losing battle, and what's worse, I know it. All the old habits will win in the end. They always do.
So I throw myself into work and books, and wait for september. Will I always feel so broken? White Oleander put it very nicely: "Stay away from broken people". And so you should. No good ever comes from it. Only hurt.
And I would rather hurt alone.
