Groggy

Think about the days where I was alone.

Those times where I told myself to be strong.

To be a MAN.

To sit and observe like a statue.

And go home where I was walked around on a leash.

Until I ripped it off and glazed everything over.

Then came my pride, my TV, my pleasure.

But no people. No friends. No people to talk to.

I've changed now!

I'm surrounded by people who have actually listened to me.

But why do I want more?

That want goes unanswered and I fall back on my butt.

I seek pleasure and strength from myself.

And do people see this?

Is this why friends turn away from me?

Why have none of them come into contact with me?

And when they do, I always hear about alcohol?

Is being the way I am destroying friendships?

What about Elsa, the only exception?

That means that it's because of my perspective?

That maybe, the opportunity of talking with people is undeserved.

But what is the point of my life?

Can I live out my life like I intend to?

I want justice, but it's so foul!

My will is so fragile.

This side up. Handle with care.