I live in a crazy time.

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

I have a family, loving aunts, and a good home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything except my one true friend. All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem.

I live a wild and crazy life.

There was a time when I used to live in Spain that it went really crazy with drugs and stuff like that.