I travel a lot .Meet a lot of people .I drag along losing the best of friends all the time .Its so confusing you know .Packing every two years sitting on buses cry the tears out joyless memories, crying out the people that I left behind .Going in the bathroom stall cutting bleeding out negativity thinking I’m turning it to positive .Every December I’m convince that I cant get anywhere not trying to make a better decision there no way no hope for me or him or her .It happen over and over again Cops call lately Mom crying what’s left for me to do I dunno .Everything is everything.