Where do I begin to pick up the pieces that fell apart for what seems like forever now? A volatile compound on the verge of distruction, bruised and broken and I just want to go home. Home to a place that would take everything away. I don't want to be sober, I can't stand this anymore. My mind's a mess and my writing is shit, everything seems wrong when all I want to do is the right thing. What is this abstinence for? Clarity never existed and everything is driving me crazy. I don't want anybody, I just want my friend back.