Im not gonna sit and explain everything that happened, what matters is that im here, here with you again.

I supposed you dont care, who i am today, what i did yesterday and what i might become, because what really matters is that im here...here with you again, in this dark hole, wasting time, thinking instead of doing.

You organize my life, or maybe you just help me track it, i cant let go, its a sudden addiction, a rush out of nowhere.

I choose to claim that im doing this voluntarily.

Im diving in a puddle of mudd.

Everything is going fine right now, i just dont know about later or maybe just tomorrow.

Big tests...yes college life, finally. In an unexpected place, with people from a scratched past, that i thought i might never need to repair.

Give me milk, show me street dogs fucking at night, kiss me with reality...help me be me.

Organize me.