Nobody is replying, I’m the last man standing, again.

I’m OK again. but when I’m not OK it’s all me me me. when I am, its all everyone else and I should go to bed but have I told such and such they are cool or whatever?

It’s a never ending cycle of giving and wanting to give and even needing to give.

I used to know what I was when I was on my own but then I found people and they made me be me and it all got complicated.

but then the beauty of Godfather being released into the wild.

I guess I’ll never really understand myself because it’s nowledge one doesn’t need but retrospect, the price and the pain is always worth paying.