I’m just frightened for myself. I know where this road is going to take me if I keep walking it. It’s just that everytime I sit down in this room, I think about all of the things that I never wanted to think about. I think about everything that I shouldn’t be thinking about because I know it just messes me up. I’m living in an ongoing nightmare and although there is happy moments it is always superseded by a horribly depressing time in my life. Everything that is good leads in to something that has become bad. My only true reprieve is when I am here. I inhale, I exhale. For a few moments, I am alright. I am just like those boys in that movie, I am just like those people I talk about but don’t really know. I need to get my fix somewhere or I fall in to the abyss of reality. It all sounds so dramatic, doesn’t it? But that’s this life. We are dramatic. We are all dramatic. We are all waiting for these events that do not happen. We are all living these moments that will so soon be forgotten. We are having these conversations, talking of change, evolution, revolution. Nothing comes from these talks, they are just words. They are meaningless words and although there is good intention behind them, they will not be followed through with actions. We are all wasting away and I’m scared of doing just that. I want to take action, I want to stand for these things that I speak of so often. I want to truly believe in the things I so regularly speak of. I’m scared that I won’t come back if I keep walking down this road, I’m scared that I’ll slip in to a worse place than this.