Failure

I am a failure. I can't be normal. I can't party like everyone else. I won't settle with just a little. I go big, even when I shouldn't.
I have found somewhere. A home. Friends that are just as much of failures as I am. They may be older than me and may have fallen deeper than I did, but we have one thing in common: who we are. ADDICTS.That is where I belong. In a room full of fuck-ups, fuck-ups trying to live.
We don't live like most people. We don't function like most people, we don't think like them. We are different. We are on the island of misfit toys. I am okay with that. I am a misfit toy. I am not normal. I am a screw-up. I am broken beyond repair. I have failed. I am a failure, trying to avoid the same mistakes. Does it always work? No. But at least I have a place where everyone else understands me. Understands that fucking-up is the easy part. Fixing it is the hard part. 
I may be a mis-fit. Fuck-up. Broken. A Failure. But at least I have people just like me.