Well, I'll be out of here come Monday. Another weekend away from life, a month of living, lost.
Part of me is angry at the world while the truthful part of me is angry at myself.
I've discovered that Love is not on my agenda, That's alright, neither is much else.
I need to get back to the home I've created down the road. It's not much but it has my coffee, my food and a bed. And my scooter.
I need to get my ankle healed and be able to walk again without help.
That's all I want.
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