Young and Alone.

Between you and I, 2011 was a shit year.
Not so much for all the things that happened,
but more for all the things that didn’t.

I met some really good people.
However, these people can be counted in one hand.
The hundreds of others I met were all completely worthless -
A bunch of fucking losers, sucking away at each other’s soul.
A pack of rancid maggots, with no direction in life.
All working for the same corporate entity. All part of a cult of fucking wannabes.

If anything, these rancid garbage-inducing trolls taught me one thing;
they taught me real values through their lack of morals and ethics.
From that shitty photographer-groupie life sucking bitch,
to that kid who travelled all the way across the globe to prove himself that he could
give rabies to any breathing entity.
They all taught me how to be a better man. How to stand by my own beliefs.

This year, through others, I learned that cheating on your girlfriend is bad.
I also learned that putting up with someone who cheats on you is a lot worse.
I learned the real value of money - By gaining some, and losing a lot more. 
I saw friends turn into strangers, and strangers turn into enemies.  

I filed police reports against people I would’ve taken a bullet for.
I took one too many knives in the back. 
I learned that forgiving is for fucking pussies -
spine-less jags.

Most of all, 
I lost a best friend, a soulmate. 
A reason to carry on.
A light at the end of a dark, endless tunnel.

I learned how to mourn and face reality.
All the while giving me something to look forward to when they bury me in a
coffin and I pass on to the other side. 

All in all, 2011 was a shit year.
But I’m still here, sincere.
And no one’s ever gonna take that away from me.

-P