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[firing_blanks]

trying to remember my first hit today, of both heroin and coke. not together of course, but individually. it's been so long it's impossible to tell one needle track from another. the first form the last and all the ones in between. i can't remember is the honest truth. whether i've blocked it out, or simply forgotten i don't know, but it's gone

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[blankdrift]

You're definitely not an idiot, because everyone has a price, and sooner or later, we are all fucked over, and have probably fucked over someone else.

[firing_blanks]

it's true. all of it

[nobreathtotake]

I don't need to say anything but I'm sorry.I've said everything I've ever wanted to say and you know how I feel about everything. I know I cannot compare to the other people who post on your journal, because they know more about where your coming from then I do. An I remember each time that I'd start fucking up and you found out about it, that you would ream me a new ass because you didn't need me to be that way. You are still my other half. My buddy, and my koi fish.

[firing_blanks]

you never need to say sorry, you've never done anything wrong.

i was just scared that you would turn out the way i already had, and it wasn't something i was going to allow. even though i say i want to feel nothing, obviously, i've felt enough for you to care like that.

[nobreathtotake]

i <3 you scooter