An Easier Way

Sometimes death sounds a lot easier than life. I'm sure that sounds a little more grim than I intend for it to be. But, when I live, I disappoint people and I find more ways to overextend myself. Maybe the two are related. I'm sure they are, actually. And, it's not as if I am actively seeking out death, but I'm not sure I'm avoiding it either. It's just easier that way. 

It's cold out here on the frontier. I guess I shouldn't have ventured this far north. Spring is coming, they say. I think I can make it.