i think human behavior is funny when someone says they dislike you because you drink, or smoke, or drive too fast, and have a blatant disregard for your own life. it makes me think: "who are you to judge me and my lifestyle? it doesn't directly involve you, so step off."
but then i start thinking about this and realize that at that "Time" it did directly involve them, and they were only worried about me, so i can understand it.
       but then when someone does stop drinking, smoking, driving fast, and learns to live his life a little on the normal side, not every night is a blazing red coal in the fire, he calms down a bit. it seems like those same people who remarked on your previous destructive behavior are the same people that say, "fuck, you used to be so cool and so much fun, what happened?"

so if i 'm filled with madness, you want to be around me? mother nurturer.

but once i got my shit together, you don't want to be around me?

seems like it's better to keep my shit together, i don't like people like you around me anyway. people like  Henry, people like Stacey, you're all somewhere else,

and i'm still right here.