How Many Times Had I Let Myself

Rejection Always Hurts, But Having It Come From My Best Friend Was The Worst.

Half Of Them Kept Repeating My Name, Trying To Get It Right, While The Other Half Laughed. But They Were Harmless. Fun Drunks Make A Nice Addition To Any Party: Not Looking To Fight. Not Looking To Score. Just Looking To Get Drunk And Laugh. I Remember Those Guys. Like The Mascots Of The Party. "clay! Whatcha Doon Here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

This Time, For The First Time, I Saw The Possibilities In Giving Up. I Even Found Hope In It.

And It Feels Strange, Almost Sad, To Walk Through Ther Empty Halls. Each Step I Take Sounds So Lonely.