once again i find things falling apart, find myself slipping into madness, clutching at a razor blade and looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle in a smoke filled room
when i need them the most my friends are nowhere to be found, save the homeless guys that hang out at my work, and getting drunk with bums doesnt really help me that much, though they are amazingly nice people and and always have my back
its clear that society in general is so fucked up that the only true friends i can find are the people who are considered a nuisance and an eyesore