its time i get away for awhile. leave this place behind again, for how long i don't know. i never can stay away for very long, i miss the only thing that's ever stayed constant in my life. this house, and these drugs. i've been thinking that maybe it's time to try and get clean again, at least hold off for a couple days rather than what seems like ( Read more... )

i die a little more everyday ( Read more... )

life is worth nothing when you are worth nothing to yourself ( Read more... )

when i get fucked up i think i die ( Read more... )

days get lost in injections
months get lost to spacing out
but she's been in my head for years, never lost.

i'm so fucking tired of being misunderstood ( Read more... )

the only thing i want to feel is nothing

the single most defining moment in my life was one night in january, when it was so cold that the thought of hell freezing over was a very real, and i walked 2 hours to get home, carrying my bag of hockey equipment at 10 years old because my mother had forgotten to come and get me. when i got home, and found her with a needle in her vein and passed ( Read more... )

i bet everyone thought i was dead. trust me, i think i would have been better off. i tried to do the smart thing and put myself back in rehab to get cleaned up. a few weeks later i'm back to the normal thing. shooting up at least three times a day and selling just as much as i was before i left. i can't do it. my grandmother told me a long time ago ( Read more... )

blah blah blah jail. blah blah blah not for drugs. blah blah i hate people.

i'm not dead i was just confined. i got out three days ago and i've been high since. i need to make up for lost time. bye