If I go crazy, will you still call me Superman?

Okay. So I’ve had about six or seven shots of JD and I gotta confess: I just don’t hold myself when I sleep. I just cooked bacon eggs and sausage at 9:30PM, writing my story at a particularly late time.

When my brain is waging war on me, I talk to myself. I act out parts of my story on myself. I play all parts. it’s fucking sad. Pathetic

and I don’t think there’s a more dangerous drug

fuck you man

There was a time when I was alone Nowhere to go and no place to call home My only friend was the man in the moon And even sometimes he would go away, too