precarious

xvii.

xvii.

being out here made me realize that i really didn't belong in this town. just like how i don't belong in the business industry. 

or the music industry.

or any industry.

there was a feeling in the bottom of my stomach that made me feel weak and weary.

i needed to find a place to sleep;

even if i had to sleep in a dark alley.

as long as i don't go back home.