#cndn

So that's it, then. I'm one of the ones who could make it on my own, you know, if I really had to. If the choice were made for me. I could totally fucking do it, I could find a different job, I could budget responsibly, I wouldn't end up under a bridge with a needle or some shit. I could survive. But it would kill just about everything that makes me me, and I just think... what's the point? You know? I probably wouldn't even keep up much with the old crew, because I'd be full of my own problems, and that hangs heavy on me. I love these people. And I wouldn't have the heart to have them see me changed like that.