Truth of the matter being that I'm the only person I can really count on. But it's always been that way, so I don't know why I'm bitching about it now. Maybe because I hate coming to that realization time and time again, and then convincing myself out of believing it, out of a need to keep those around me around me.
I seriously don't know what I'm going to do...I need to get away. Away from here, away from everyone and everything. It's all about to drive me up a wall.
...hopefully it does, tonight. I hear I might be in Morgue's London streets tonight, and climbing the walls might be a neat trick. Y'think?