No, I'm not the way I used to be, and I never will be again. So **** it all when I have is some friends, and I never understood why I wanted them then, but now that I have them I'll do what I can to never be lonely again. I'm afraid. You know what I'm thinking. Destroy these thoughts with a bullet through the brain like Lincoln and maybe then people would look at what I've written, these hard hitting second meanings. You think all I write about is my heart breaking, aching and writhing pain. Rage is only a second to a deeper thought.