It’s funny, we are all damaged and broken, looking for anything that will fill this hollow, emptiness inside ourselves. We all see it. The broken ones can always identify another lost soul. And we want to help.
And that’s what’s so fucked up.
We are all damaged and broken people who love damaged and broken people and are trying to save damaged and broken people when we can’t even save our damaged and broken selves.
How the hell can we help anyone else in the state we are in?
How could anyone as damaged as us ever save us?
We can’t save each other.
We can only save ourselves.
-high ramblings of a stoner