pointless

With November, you can never tell when it’s given up. When fall has finally succumbed to the grasps of winter. The snow comes and is fought off again and again until one day, it’s not. November is my favorite month, the one that I feel most in sync with.

What to say?

I wish there was something worth hanging on to. I wish I had an ounce more strength, willpower, whatever. I hate being this pathetic. It makes me sick. And all I can do is sit and watch and wait. Fuck that.