All In A Year

Is it self destruction? Taking these drinks and pushing our system to the limit. I dont know. I can't even tell anymore.

I dont feel like we're dying, but what do I know about the afterlife? We live next to the uncertain and knock on the door religiously. It's always something driving us there: the parties, the drinks, and the weed (I dont smoke though).
Could be a girl. Could be school. Could be just the thought of fun, an excuse to act up.
I dont know why I do it, but I do know one thing for sure: I can feel it coming to an end.

All in a year things change. I think that's too long honestly.

Later Days