Confession #1 ; “i can’t fix myself“

I know you’ll be angry because i’m writing this while i’m under the influence. you’ve always hated it about me but i always told you the truth i feel so like myself when im not thinking about what to say next. i feel like the me i could only dream of. Yes, im writing this and im high and i don’t feel one shame bone on my body.

how can i tell im depressed?

- well you see, the person i am when im not flying feels quite shitty about himself. he doesn’t love himself one bit he’s a poor man’s goat.

-i’ve always said the real me was this, me at my highest. this is the only me that wants to go running to your arms and be with you, because he feels like he can be. he doesn’t feel caged in with  no door in sight, he’s a different person.  and maybe that’s enough for him. if that’s not enough for you, i can’t fix myself.