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But apparently i can't even do that right.

it makes me think of anything but god.

Let's just say I'm doing better than I was last time I was here...

I'm a month further away from being a tar baby.

sleepless nights have a tendancy to stir up old habits

to unload my head

i'm not okay

and i hate cheap canadian whiskey...
and i love the idea of getting away from this place...
and i hate the idea of getting caught before i can...
and i love cheap red wine...

hypodermic habits harbor hepatitis
and we
all
fall

down.

wish i could say it wasn't my fault, this mess.
but i can't deny my guilt in it.

i've dug quite a deep hole for myself
and i'm afraid of the dark

fuck.

it's been tough, but pulling through.

i just have to find a way out of this damn state (on a both physical & mental level)

p.s. miss you

i can see it in their eyes.

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