It's 3:36 am
I'm laying outside.
There's a half moon and stars scattered on a dark canvas above me.
Smoke rising in the air as I take another drag of what will invaitcably **** me.
I just can't help but wondering...
Will this winter be different?
Will the rest of my life be different?
Somehow am I going to let go of my destruction of a path?
Can I be the person I want to be.
Will I succeed?
Or...
Am I going to spiral back down into the darkness?
Like all the times before?