I don't know if I can do this anymore? Pretending that my life is one way when I know it the most opposite? I wake up every morning thinking, what am I doing here? Yet something is keeping me here, and I feel funny, with the music that I blare in the car while I have my smoke in the morning/ What am I doing here? Not that I ever felt grounded in Ontario, sometimes when I look at those mountains, I feel shameful that I have not been up close in too long, and sometimes when I look at them at a distance, I think, will I miss them if they are gone? I hate the cold minus 30, and I hate my dry nose, but I love Chinook skies, and the balmy day in mid February.
FUCK, I don't know where my head is at?
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