Sick of being sick and sucking the disease.

A longing for longer than just temporary, because it's

contaminating.

And I want to tell the truth...I'm not doing so well. How do I

save myself?

It feels like I'm lost in the climate of lonely apartment life.



This way, I can't be who you want to be.

And this way, I can't be who I really am. But I am trying.



(Deal with what you have and what you'll have left, because

there is no such thing as fresh start.)



I am no good at being around. I am no good at being alive.

But I am trying.