What a fucking diasaster i am. My world is falling apart right infront of me and all I have to do to stop it is get up and make a change. Instead I choose to sit here with my bag of popcorn. The very thing preventing me from doing anything else. All i keep doing is popping more all while knowing I can stop this sad movie from playing. Why cry when its my fault when i die in the end. Why cry when its my fault i dont have any friends Why die when I can mend All that i broke and is broke around me Fuck where is my defense..will it ever kick in? Or will those I love just leave my life screaming and kickin while i continue sitting?