This place is a prison...
...and these people aren't your friends... They sure as hell are not your friends. They're people that you manage to have around you, at best. And they're not the majority. The majority are nothing more than insignificant leaches (could they be LICHES? I think I'd like them a whole lot better) that drain my life-force. Each day is harder to get up. I drag my almost lifeless body each morning and hope the water from the shower will wash the leaches from my body and I will have the energy to do more than just survive through the day. It never happens. The leaches are a part of me, for the time being. They are with me when I'm at home, they are with me when I'm at the university... they make even running and playing basketball harder. They make music less enjoyable. But I can't let them take the fun out of music. That would be the end of me.
Maybe I'm doomed and the end is nigh.
Maybe I'm doomed and the end is nigh.