an object is only as strong as its weakest point

An object is only as strong as its weakest point... that much I learned during the course of my 20 years or so in this miserable dump. I have fought a lot of struggles - from friends and family and vices... not to mention other pressures from other sources... at one point, I cracked and I'm not afraid to admit it... I took the blows, fought off my foes, and tried to drink away my woes... Hid he pain and stood my ground... never thought that all the things I did would turn the corner and head straight to where I was at...

the lessons I learned that day were as frustrating as it could get. no amount liquor could dry the tears, no amount of smoke could mask the fears. When all things fell apart, people stood still and waited for my long over-due homecoming. They stayed 'till late of night and early to meet my dawn...

these people were there when all hell broke loose... they waited... and stayed...

things don't usually go as planned. But no matter how filthy you get or how far down you've fallen, there are people in your life that will always give you the strength you need to hang on. Maybe you've met them maybe you haven't, but they’re there. And when you find your weakest point they manage to find away to keep you from breaking. Thank God for people like them.

Because of them, I don't think life is as fucked up as it used to...