Parties are the both the bane of my existance and my reason for getting out of bed in the morning. A good party can be an expression of sheer humanity with so much love and kindness in the room that you can taste it (it tastes sweet, like the blue cotton candy). It isn't the drugs either if that's what you're thinking I've had many of the greatest experiences sober doing tricks for kids. I'm always sad when I see a good kid get jaded; even sadder is seeing how some people remain unaffected by these events. Those people who stay around long enough though, they know what it's about.
Sometimes things happen that weren't supposed to; or so you thought, even though maybe they were supposed to happen all along. In an instant things can change.
Sometimes you meet people who are just so amazing that things happen you never planned on: these too are always the best things and worst things in the world all at once. But it's so hard to find someone you connect with on so many levels - and it's so hard to watch them tear themselves apart. It's so hard to face up to the person you love; and who loves you more than they should, doesn't connect anymore, doesn't know you, and to realise maybe they never will.