It still vibrates my mind

I sat down last night and began to write about how unjust and unfair my life is, But then I started thinking about all the good things instead of all the bad.
My VERY small circle of friends who love me, and help me make it through these tuff times, who bring me out of my home and make me socialize when I don't want to, who see I'm depressed and help me through it, Who feed me when I have no food there's allot to be said about that, and about having people you can actually count on, that don't make you feel guilty after they help you, or that aren't hypo"fucking"crites like some people I used to call friend's.

I'm a much richer man than most, and a man with self respect, and I can sleep almost through the night in a world gone fucking mad.

peace out.