im good at helping others... but i have yet to learn how to help myself.. guess its just something i gotta live with? just once id like a little something thrown my way ya know?... maaaaan fuck it, im stuck in it, long live life, yet life seems too long to live alone and alone it shall be till the day it happens. it happens to those who wait, those good things, but will it be too late? will the good have not come fast enough? fo sho i shall wait and see, theres still many pages in this book im reading called "my long life", the story of the life is again, too long.. i wish i had a spoiler and knew if the book turned out to be good, if somewhere down the line the chapters started to get a little brighter... but for now i must use my nightlight to give a false hope for something that could possible be there if i keep trying
