buried.

I never thought I could miss something so much in my life. Or have the desire to be somewhere else.

The snow has gotten overwhelming to a point where its ruining my life. OK, so that was a little dramatic, but I can't help it. I dream of grass and anything but white grounds or walking in snow.

There was a point while I was driving home last night when I lost control. My hands were shaking but my head was level. I have never felt so trapped. The feeling forced me to override any happy moment of my day and just slip into bed as my legs became jello.

I'm stuck inside with thoughts.

My sister drew me. True art doesn't lie. This is me in New York, missing out on Mardi Gras. But still I need this.