I can't eat. I can't sleep. Fuck, I can't breathe. Don't believe the rumors, most of them aren't true. And before you spread them around, post links, comment on them; Remember that this man is my family. And you do not fuck with my family.
Sitting in the car in a random parking lot, with the heat cranked up, reminds me of the time we drove down to the docks before dawn and poured our hearts out as the sun came up.
I used to rely on self medication. I guess I still do that from time to time. But I'm getting better at fighting the future. Some day I'll be fine. Yes, I'll be just fine.