I wish it could be this way always. I wish I could stay in the woods.
So much has changed. Things have to change, they can't stay the same. The older I grow, the more past I have to haunt me. And when I refuse to grow up in some way or other, the world contrives to make it very unpleasant for me. I wish I could be young on the weekends. I wish I could slip off that shroud of adulthood and be happy.
I thought I would escape, but I didn't after all.
It's growing colder and colder as I sit. I will walk more.