I'm not trying to say, that I'm smelling of roses. But when will we tire of putting shit up our noses? I don't like staying up, staying up past the sunlight. It's meant to be fun, and this just doesn't feel right. Why can't we all, all just be honest? Admit to ourselves that everyone's on it? From grown politicians to young adolescents, prescribing themselves anti-depressants. How can we start to tackle the problem if you don't put your hands up and admit that you're on them?
