I'm tired of the games
Obviously this will go no where
As long as you treat me like shit
Like I don't exist anymore
Like you don't need me
Fuck it
I have to not worry
And live my own life

Watching someone slip away like I once did is tragic, especially when they know I can help, I can't help you anymore, you've gone too far away for me to reach you. You know I am still here, but you are over there, in a tiny little corner of your world, feeding yourself with want and desire. You can't do that if your going to try to survive. You can't see the things you can fix, but you don't have the wisdom to understand the things you can't. You are dead, face it. Turn to me and you will be alive, nothing else will give you life, trust me. The world is full of shit. I have learned this through what I have gone through, just like you. Let go and live. You deserve to.

Got a haircut today. Pretty drastic one, I guess back to being short again, tired of long hair.

Got to thinking earlier about how I'm going to establish my life. Seems a difficult task, but with patience and effort, it will be done. Work hard, eat right, stay in shape, and challenge authority are main components in doing this. Money is obbviously key as well. My plan right now is to work hard, study, learn, understand why I am here

Always fucks with my mind when I see someone getting with the wrong people
Cant help but wonder why
someone we use to know
always ends up in the gutter
look at me
look at you
here I am
there you are
something
nothing
or nothing
and something
I have lost my will of childishness
haven't lost my wonder
only wonder why
this is how it is
too much to know for now
guess I'll be waiting to see
One day
Will it all go away
Will it all stay
for once
I'm begging this
to something

I'm trying to catch you from falling too far
in the quicksand you sink
with your hands above your head reaching
I'm trying to grab ahold
Reach just a little more
Almost there, I'll get you out
Don't worry
Soon.

My dear I'm writing this to let you know, if you read this, that nothing will stop me now. I have taken shit from so many fuckers, been beat, worn out, and tired, but I am left here standing all alone in this field of mine, taking everything I see as bullshit, but you know what? That has changed nothing. I know what's its like to feel this pain, to feel the torture of your own mind gripping you like your a ragdoll being tossed around in a box of shit. Know one thing. I am here more than I ever was, prepared to get you out of your quicksand, but slowly, its not going to be easy, but you can count on me not ever giving up. I've lost, but I have the most important thing still to win.