I found the boy of my dreams.

I leave for rehabilitation soon. Of course ill try and update this to remember this piece of me.

Where are we? Where are you?

I have to say it loud enough for the world to hear. Its getting late, and the night keeps moving on. It takes me in and brings me home. Its getting late and i cant deny how it feels like this. Im going to open up, i cant stop now. Wide awake getting my kicks while i can but your watching over the moments that make up your life. Its getting late. Sunrise sunrise you couldnt come at a better time.

I really hope you and i make it.

What really makes me sad is that i never had a chance to say goodbye. I never had the chance to justify, and you never had the chance to listen.

Things are getting heavy, but Good news is on the way.

This thing is gonna kill me. I need to try and get something for the pain. 123 pounds and its all just repeating. Im trying to grasp the song played on your piano. It Kills me to see you, you werent always attractive. But after over a year im done trying to stop you. No ones gonna fix this no one can. No one will listen, Two ways to tell a story but adds up to one single word. Two different voices coming out of your mouthe. I had a dream Or it was more like a nightmare. 123 pounds and its all just repeating.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

I'd like to think life ends up with the choices you made along the way. Just like The choice to let someone else help you for a change. In the end you just have to trust your zen. And just be done with that.