Its 1:52am. I'm watching ants crawl around my table in circles picking at the candy wrappers and thinking about life.
I realize its a bit too late to think about it after you've come so far and done so many things and so many things are messed up and argh, i can't seem to say it all or think about it all cos its just too crazy, overrated somewhat.
I can't figure out my life, or myself.
Something has to change. Soon.
I am trying.