sometimes the things i do seems stupid. dangerous. unhealthy. to everyone around me.

please be patient. i'm not perfect. it's not an excuse, just the truth.
i'm trying to be the best boy possible, and stay myself.
then again, even if i could be the best, i don't know that i would. that's a lot to live up to. the best already was and if i was exactly the same i wouldn't be me. and i wouldn't need help.

i like needing help.
being fragile and volatile.
reckless and insecure.
selfish and ignorant.

i can't do this alone.
and i've never been alone.
thank you.