I am a man of many mistakes, and though it doesnt make me proud, i accept and admit it. I'm sick of it all, all this drug, all this sex, all this depression, and now its time to change. I never thought I'd say those words, I was sure that I was hopeless, that i would die alone on the kitchen floor with a bottle of jack and a stomache of pills. But there was something that happend recently that has encouraged me to change. Though I'm not sure if possible, I have nothing to loose and a life life to gain but I cant do it alone. I need something to keep my sanity, I need someone with me, someone i wont scare away. oh and pleaseee, read my poems:3