sweetmistake

It's for sure a Tom Waits kind of day/night. It's rainy and everyone's sad, which is usually how it goes when I'm feeling just fine, and I can barely stay afloat, yet alone do anything to help anyone else. I hate feeling this weak, or rather soft. Even my days off seem owned by everyone else around me. I wonder what it would be like to just be free. Because I'm not free. Nowhere close.