I've never gotten use to it, I just learnt to turn it off.

I miss against me sing alongs. I miss when we were the only ones laughing. I miss -- last winter and being content. For every good memory there is a bad one in it's shadow, Will. Not. Relapse. Think of drugs, think of hurt, think of people. Thought of snow, Thought of your hands, Thought of everything that made me cry-- No, weep in my bed until 6am. And at the end of the day, when im sitting all alone and think im doing all of this for some reason (For lack of a better word) i fail to realize that i plan and simple am not. It's just all so -- controlling. This doesn't have anything to do with anything in particular and just the constant routine of let down that has become my adolescence. He doesn't have an honest bone in his body and thankfully/unfortunately he dissapeared early this year.. Thankfully, but unfortunately. I heard your living out there, i hearrdddd