Throw it away
He knows what he needs to do, but he cant. Things get tiring and fucked up and it never ends. He worries, he works, he fights, and he worries somemore. Its an endless cycle leading nowhere and the only one thing that puts everything on standby was sitting there waiting.everything around him becomes too much and he gives in to it. He listens to those around him, something he never would have done.now its too late,he lies half awake mellow and happy cuz he sleeps with no worries. He feels like this is the only alone time hes had in years. He lies in bed, listening to music, and thinking about absolutely nothing. why would you want to stop something that seems to help so much. he needs help. i am he.