i thought that i'd be in a different state of mind by now but i guess i was wrong. it's strange to flood your veins with alcohol just to feel a little something from time to time. i can't get to sleep with all the voices in my head they won't let go so i'll just put this thing to rest, or better yet trade places with the empty spaces i won't forget. but that's what you get you stupid kid, you're fucked up and strung out and fading fast it's no surprise you're better off dead. you're stomach sick and full of shit but they wouldn't have you any other way