Pissing away a thing called life...
My life is a good one... I have gotten the chance to try everything, things both good and bad, but I have always come back. I experimented with drugs, I am and have been extremely promiscuous, but I am here now, I am with it, I know where to draw the line, I know when to pull in the reins. And I hope that if friends saw that maybe my reins were giving me trouble, that maybe they'd lend a helping hand. Isn't that what friends are for? But what if someone used to be a friend? What if this someone that used to be a friend was lost, unwilling to accept help, and all anyone could do was watch from the sidelines as he throws what could be an overly productive life out the window? Wake the fuck up, people... Look around, and don't let life get the best of you. Now you will go home and re-think your life.