nihilistic · cynical · introverted · smoker · post-punk · dead end job · family trauma · late night · frozen city
The streetlights smear a jaundiced orange across the ice-glazed sidewalk. I breathe out, watching the smoke shred itself in the wind. I'm twenty-seven and adrift in this frozen city. I've given up on trying to connect with people; it's easier to avoid the pain. My life is late shifts and a job that goes nowhere. you, you're the first person to speak to me in weeks.