2008 A.D., why are you still here? I am done with this year. Leave, and never come back. I wish there was something for me to mourn. More than an idea, a vague hint of a sorrowful situation. I want to be home, and I want to be so far away. The only this to do, as I have said before, smoke another cigarette smoke another bowl ignore the stupidity of the past go on another fucking adventure and wait trying not to waste a moment.