“Why do I act like I’m all high and mighty when inside I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help. I can’t do it by myself, too weak, 2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs, going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying, around with the idea of ending the shit right here. I’m hatin’ my reflection, I walk around the house tryin’ to fight mirrors, I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care? I give a fuck, only thing I fear, is Hailie, I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her, shit…”
