i am gleaning what i sleft of my wits agianist what is left of my life. its so hollow to end on such a sour note but all you know how to play is trash. this seems onesided but in actuality it is not. i want worse what i have had and am not willing to sacrifice myself for. what is left that i can hear and remember anything that ever was between two. now the falling days trasnpire trans-insipid and i am following my own countanince. where is the now for the reason i have found. i dont want this anymore it is to heavy, this is too much. what is good anymore that i can see and still hold as a memmory. they say breaking up is hard to do but as the years drag on you think it would become easier to accept that i wont wait anymore. its over now and i'm not sober anymore.