I've heard you're never too old to be afraid, but sometimes I get sick of being alive. I spend every day thinking about the "could've been"s and all the things that I will never be.
I wish I could put them all down on paper, but I've made a lot of mistakes. And they say that home is where the heart is, but my home is stretched all over this country, and my heart is beating a little too fast to keep up with constantly missing all of the people that I love the best. It's taken me 23 years to get this far, but now what do I have to show but these scars on my wrists, a couple bad tattoos, a collection of baseball cards from 1998, and a thousand notes that I will never send?
I was a burnout at 22, but I guess that's just the way that these things work. Most nights I just wanna die, but I'm scared of all the things that I might miss. I'm just so scared of all the things I'm gonna miss.