I’ve been heartbroken for a little too long. To cope with it I’ve been sleeping around. It was fun, and I felt alive, but I have to be honest with myself…I’m not happy with it. After all the games I’m just a broken shell of someone who was once whole. I get home late at night and I shower…I gotta clean myself, cleanse myself of her. The one from that night. And too often than not, I stop and stare at myself in the mirror and ask myself, is it worth it. Should I start to get high? Am I sorrounded by friends or are they allies waiting to turn on me. I’m affaid to ask who my real friends are. I don’t think I want to know the answer.