FEED ME TO THE FOREST

The hardest thing i am dealing with is myself -- Just like everyone i guess. I don't blame you for leaving, because i would do the same. I always say im trying hard, but I'm not. I always say i wasn't always like this, but i was. I want to clean up my act some days, but your right, i wont. I was sleeping on a train in Dresden. I was sitting on a plane in new york. I cryed so hard yesterday. When i sit and have coffee with Micheal he gives me really good ideas, and doesn't tell me im crazy when i tell him im positive i am. I wish he was loess lonley, And i wish his love didn't die so much before him. One way roads. Cement cities. That time i got lost in a forest until that man showed me how to leave. --Yes, That really did happen, I was 17, Drunk and alittle bit out of my head. I ran to the trees, Threw my bike to the ground and wanted to explore, it was dark and i remember being more scared to go home and face you then being eaten by bears. Now that i think about that night, I don't think i did go home...