It is July and she is still gone. I am in Anchorage with my sister and seriously considering moving up here permanently even though I am cold all the time. We have a lot of financial troubles at home that I am leaving her to deal with, and frankly I am just running away from it all. She chose to leave and I guess I did too. I really miss her but hate her all the same.
Is there really any hope for the brokenhearted? Does it ever really go away?
If everyone cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved and nobody lied, if everyone shared and swallowed their pride, we'd see the day when nobody died. IF EVERYONE CARED/Nickelback