
You ever feel like just dropping everything and skipping town? Opening your windows and letting the warm breeze or frigid air blow your hair, depending on the season…your favorite song playing over and over again, the last few lines he sings bringing the smile you needed to your face? He lets you know it will be ok.
I can’t seem to do this. I can’t seem to get to this place.
I’m at a standstill, stuck, frozen…
Life goes on without me.
Fuck.
Come on, 2010. I thought you were on my side.