"I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I..."

“I hate this feeling.

Like I’m here,

but I’m not.

Like someone cares.

But they don’t.

Like I belong somewhere else,

anywhere but here,

and escape lies

just past that snowy window,

cool and crisp

as the February air.”

- Ellen Hopkins
(via landscape-photo-graphy)