I'm putting this pen to paper not to hurt you in any way, but to tell you you're slowly killing me. It's not something you notice right away, I guess it's not something you take the time to explain. It's just always in the back of your mind slowly eating you away. I never said it was the smartest thing to do, I've never been the brightest kid. Pressing my luck far past the point where others would have walked away. Maybe it's that d*** line that I've crossed so many times that trips me up and sends me for a fall face first into disaster. But it's the freedom I crave, waking up not knowing what the day will bring. Being alone but still with your closest friends. This shouldn't have to be an end, for me it's a bright new beginning, but it's time to go, so hey, are you with me?