This season drains me. I can't escape the cold, my muscles are always tense from unconsciously hunching up for warmth.
These are odd times. It's the time of the year where I really don't care if I'm drinking alone, or blazing before noon. And why should I? These are frozen times.
I came home yesterday, and upon walking into the apartment, I actually wished that you still lived here. There is no closure. I don't understand what happened to our friendship. Or to you.
These are frozen times. Do what you need to do to stay alive.