I am my own worst enemy. In and out of so many peoples lives i feel like a whore. An associate whore only because some of my associates don’t even make it to friends. That’s my main goal. I try so hard as my friendly is so different. And to these different people i end up distancing are all the same. The thing is making people feel good, may it be pictures, poems, food, massaging, or giving piggy back rides (all of which i am great at) makes me feel something better than good, dare i say perfect? It seems like i am a fiend for feeling good and being happy, whatever the consequences. Broken hearts, lost time, unspoken words, losing a friend, making an ass of myself, learning about life and growing. I’m just trying to learn from my mistakes and practice what i preach even though it never makes anything, dare i say it perfect? But i told you, i am a fiend. i am crazy for this drug so i continue, even if you are laughing at me. You give me your smile, and that’s all i need.