There's still snow on the streets. It's fucking April, where's spring? C'mon Sweden. Been here for a couple of days now, and I'm already ready to leave. I wish I was rich and could do whatever. Unfortunately, I'm not, which makes me stuck here for a while. I need a job. NOW. I don't even know where to begin. And I don't know where to find the strength. These past couple of months have been a fucking rollercoaster, and I'm lost.
Note to self: Figure shit out. This week. & move on.
crossroads. which way is right?
darlin', walk a while with me. strange. what love does.