Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

So when he asked about getting high, I didn't think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.