It wasn’t always like this. I used to be clean, happy and I actually loved someone. But that someone is gone and I am all that’s left.nextI want to go back. I want to go back to the way everything used to be. Without the pain, without the regret, without, without, without, without. Everything should be happy and everyone should care for one another.
I remember. I remember everything that everyone had forgotten. I live day-to-day hoping that they’ll remember too. They never do.
I am not alone. She’s here with me. Forever and always. I love her and she loves me. Only she’s not here for me to love her.
‘Round, everything goes around. The room spins. ‘Round.
Sober is a word that means nothing. Abuse is my life. And her. She is my soul.
Nonsense.
Truth. Nothing is true. Confusion is truth. I don’t know where I am. I know who I am.
I am Christopher Kirtpatrick.
I am in Nsync.
I am a singer.
I am a performer.
I am…Alone. Unloved. Hated. Pitied. Nothing.