Alcohol is a dangerous thing.
It turns friends into fighters.
Soulmates into strangers.
Joy into distress.
But as always, I don't give up easy.
It's not that easy to make me not care about/give up on someone I love.
Maybe it's for this reason that I've been through so much this past month - so that when something bad happens, I'm all up for fighting to see it through.
I wonder, if I care so much about my friends, if I ever have kids, how much more can I possibly care about them? It's a scary thought.
I have the will to survive,
I cheat if I can't win.
If someone locks me out,
I kick my way back in.
Hate and War
- The Clash