I wish I could start over, like the number of days in each month or the end of every year. Move on from the past and everything that hurts. Its hard to let go of something you wanted to hold onto. I held onto these ropes until my hands bled but its time to let go. My home is someone else and theres nothing wrong with that. But when that person evicts me, I need to pack my belongings up and find a new pair of eyes to stare into for two hours every night. It will be different but it will be better then sleeping on the streets, broken. Eventually ill find a permanent place, until then everything is temporary..
