Where were you?

It's nice to know that when you reach rock bottom, everyone just forgets your name, your face, your phone number, and pretty much everything about you. 2 reasons. They don't need you right now or they're too scared that you might need them. Same shit for me. Not my first time and sure not my last. Not trying to make a point here, just a small confession. Doesn't matter who or why. What matters is that i was there. Where were you?

The Wall

It came to me. just like that. While sitting in bed. Not so much the need, but the desire to write. 2016. What am i doing? Who the fuck am i? I remember myself a year back saying things, thinking stuff and putting goals. I'm at a place in my life where i can do loads. So why am i feeling like i'm running out of time? What am i waiting for? No answers. Only an empty wall. Need to brake it. But i'm the one who build it. Inside is safe. Can't get hurt again. But outside all the opportunities are running away. Still undecided. Sitting here thinking that typing in front of a computer will help. Jokes on me i guess. Still haven't moved on. Stupid bastard. What can i say. I get what i deserve ^-^.
This is Joe. Mostly Disappointed.