There’s nothing good
Good things don’t last
At your last gasp
It will still all be waiting
I hate the cold. I did everything I could to get away from it. Whatever it took. People spend thousands to go to the snow. You know how much their gear costs? Crazy the money you can find on them. You every tried to dig a hole in frozen dirt? Sometimes you have no choice. You can’t wait round for spring. It will all be over by then.
But this is just stuff I make up. The lady tells you that you can tell her anything, but then she tells you that if you say anything that makes her think you might hurt yourself or hurt other people, she has to report it. So I told her, I’m just telling her made up stuff. As if I’m going to hurt myself.