I don't really know what i should say.
It's cold and snowy.
And windy.
And Steven is in a shit-tastic mood.
Money count for san francisco: $24.
I read a little sacrament.
I want to get far, far away from here, and soon.
I'm not exactly happy.
But i should be.
I sorta feel like no one wants me around.
What if i just float away into nothing?
I'm scared that everything's going to get worse instead of better.
My thoughts are spiraling.
That's all.
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