My Mother left that abusive drunk, thankfully. 

  I'm close to my mother.  She's almost my only good friend.  Not too many people you could trust these days. 

  It leads me into anxiety, and parinoia.  Living life, but afraid to live.  ::sigh::  Only thing that keeps me sane is my music and the sake of braking my Mother's heart.

  Politics?  I say fuck the politics.  I'm a anarchist.  Don't worry, I'm too passive to do anything.  Really, I'm passive agressive.  I get violent but I am also compassionate.  I get angry, but I do not destroy.

  Well, that's a drift of what I am..  tell me if you feel the same.