When I look at my day, I realized that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I don't have a future, all I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliche as this sounds, I left part of me in that box. A part I barely knew, a part I never saw again. Everyday is a new box boys, you open it and take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.