What does someone do when they have nothing to live for. I'm trapped in the corridors of uncertainty. I've decided that I should take a road trip back to where things felt almost right. Liverpool never opened its arms to me and many times I was condescendingly called a 'yank' or 'stupid american', but I liked that. In the city I could let things happen without feeling responsible or anxious. My teams last game is coming up and I thought maybe I could make it back in time to support the lads one last time. At this point I don't know if my schizophrenia will get worse, but after seeing what happened to pops I don't want to take any chances. I feel like a doctor has just told me I have three months to live. Enough of this for now.