Maybe if I were in a little less of a duel and little more of a tool I would've offed myself long before I got to cool. Maybe even drowned myself in pool, the one right outside the highschool, but this is past tense. this isn't the way I was then. Commitment wasnt a part of my life then. I just tried to pretend And it doesn't make sence, but again. I'm in this train of thought pattern. I'm not willing to contend. But this desire, I just can't retire. Has me wrapped around a burning ring of fire. With no way to turn. Except that of third degree burn