Freedom...for three days...
Had the urge to head downtown and just go for a long walk on the streets for no particular reason. Had the urge to take a walk in the park and re-visit some places. Had the urge to do something mischievous...
What would you do if I just showed up at your door one day? (Although that's not entirely possible since there's security.) Would you let me in? Or would you push me away?
Why am I thinking about this when I've just failed yet again?
Every time, I pull out that last bit of hope and courage I have and take a shot at where I want to go. And every time, whether it's intentionally or not, you shut me out, and crush me just a bit more.
It hurts.
But being the idiot I am, I keep at it.
What the f**k am I doing?
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