Afraid

Is there gonna be a tomorrow? Who the fuck knows! I'm sitting here, afraid. Don't know what's coming, how or why. Uncertainty is tightly rapped around my neck. It's not so much not knowing but not knowing what to expect. Necessities?Many. Desires?None. Ideas?None. Decisions?None. EXPECTATIONS?None. A really long road with no signs. No directions. No information. Step after step into the unknown. What's coming? I'm afraid. Afraid but mostly disappointed.

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?