thanks, alex moss.

its breezy out. im covered in cuts, bruises and dirt. im too exhausted to shower. if things are going to continue to get worse then ill at least get on my hands and my knees that i will come to the eye of the storm soon. it would be nice to rest. it would be lovely to be okay, if just for a little while.

i don't want to be here right now. what i need isn't obtainable. i wish i could find somewhere, someone, that feels like home.