it’s cold here. very cold. even on the inside.
everything’s familiar but i don’t connect to anything. this isn’t home.
i’m not sure where is home. everywhere i turn, there’s this issue or that. you don’t really realize how money doesn’t grow on trees until you really need much more than you really have.
i’m looking forward to going back home – to him. even though i should be miss independent. i shouldn’t count on others for my happiness. i shouldn’t get in too deep. i’m there.
i love it when he holds me. so despite the obstacles, we have to make it.
here’s to 08.