i lied when i told myself this wasnt another lonely winter. i let myself get ahead of myself when i thought i met someone to keep the winter warm. and now, botching christmas treats, fighting icy roads and angrily scraping ice off my windshield, im so pissed. and if i drank a lot of liquor i would say, im trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away. im too broke to drink so im crying into coca cola and butterscotch haystacks. fucking a.