Snow in the North

I am smoking as I write these words. I am crying, and my heart is bleeding. My life is in shambles. I was born in the north and I grew up in the north. I live in the north. I am homeless in the north. I hate the snow in the north. I hate myself. In the north, when can there be no snow? How can people not be lonely? When will this despicable life end? Let everything start again. Or is everything still going on? I've been in nursing homes and orphanages. I'm a little bum. As I grow up, am I a slave to life? My miserable life continues. But I hope that people who read this book can live a better life. Even a little bit, I hope everyone is happy. Purpose: I hope to encourage people who read this book not to waste their precious lives.