It's a rough road in here. No reason to be sad, no reason to be finicky. I'm taking it out on one loved one in particular for no good reason. The pros outweigh the cons by a ton, yet still I sit  here besieged by my thoughts and an inability to move. I'm living in limbo, which is no way to be. i should be celebrating my freedom, walking in the sunshine and shit, not sitting here smoking in the apartment I don't smoke in and picking my nose feeling sorry for myself. I want someone to tell me to suck it up and knock it off but would it really help? Would it really make me smile? 

"Get me out of here. Take me away. Hold my hand in some foreign place miles away from me. "