Carry On.
Part of me is wondering what's so great about Colorado.
I mean, i have my family.
And the security of knowing that if i'm going to fall on my face,
I have an intimate few people that will catch me.
However,
I've been living on my own for almost two years.
I've created a life where i haven't been dependant on anyone.
Not financially,
Not emotionally,
Not sexually.
I can count on one hand, the amount of people that give two shits about me.
Moreover, I can count on one hand, who I give two shits about.
At this point,
It's not about fans.
It's not about Frenemies,
It's not about my family,
Hell, it's not even about friends.
It's about me.
And it's about the people that complete me.
And there's only one person in the whole world that would do that.
Through thick, thin, and ugly.
I need to get out of here.
People are mean and horrible.
Ugly and distasteful.
I need to live.
Because the "life", the "freinds", hell, the "family" I have now, is a joke.
A SAD SAD excuse.
Matty B.
