Still hanging on, here, where

I made a new song. Make a wish.
I know these stories can't become true. Then it all slows down.
My fingers are frozen even thought it's warmer here than back home.
Why the things I write on my notebook doesn't make any sense. I'm thinking about ripping the pages out.
Satu my letter will be horrible. I'm afraid to send it.
The way this head of mine works is the worst evolutional miracle.
 Loose the strings you are holding on. I'm wishing for dangerous things.
The bad endings where I'm dead. Ridiculous. Shut it out shut it out shut it out.
 xoxo kisses