No matter how many cuts my fingers get, or bruise & burns my legs, and arms have it will never compare to the hurt I feel everyday .
I hate watching my friends ruin themselves. Some get addicted to drugs, and waste their talent that they have worked years to perfect.
Others, letting their past & every other nobody tell them they can’t go anywhere in life. My help for my friends can only go so far, and I’m starting to realize that..as much as I love them, and hope/want the best for them it’ll never happen unless they want it themselves. They will do what they want to do regardless of what I tell them, people need to realize on their own..
And maybe that’s why I’m not doing anything with my life right now, I’m focused on everyone else’s shit, but my own.
What do i want, what do i live for & what’re my goals. I need to figure out my plan for life, i need to think about myself for once.
So that being said I am going to sleep because my meds are kicking in.