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[littlebeardslow]

I guess I could say I'm done drinking.

I guess I could say I'm done smoking.

I guess I could say I'm a manic depressant.

I guess I could say I'm getting help.

I guess I could say I want to get better.

I guess I could say that I'll try.

I guess I could say that you are my everything and worth getting better for.

But it doesn't matter now. You're gone. Nothing I do or say will change that.

Maybe I will just have to do all those things for myself to make me a better person.

Maybe if I do, the next person I come across will give me a chance.

Maybe the next person I come across, I won't be so GODDAMN stubborn with.

Maybe next time it will make a difference.

But none of that matters, because it's too late for you.

Alex