I didn’t dream of you last night, but I barely slept anyway. I really don’t sleep anymore. It’s hard to make myself fall asleep. Some people look at tomorrow as a new day, a day when things can be better, a time to start over and forget about yesterday. But I don’t see it that way I guess. I see it as one more day to miss you. One more day without you. So True, True True, True Stories
They say that ...when you find yourself, try to become a better person all your shitty friend ...well, they will be gone. God will not allow you to work on you, let you get better and heal and keep bad friends that influence you the wrong way. that is not going to happen.