I do not live for life, I like for drugs ( Read more... )

i'm still not dead, literally
but i sure as hell am technically.i haven't seen sunshine in over a week, it hurts my eyes and makes me feel like i'm blind. i ate today, first time in 2 days, how long can a person go without food? i serioulsy, honest to whatever thing i have left to believe in, that when i shoot up and space out for days at a time, i ( Read more... )

i dont even know where i've been. when i came around yesterday, i thought it was wednesday, what doesthat tell you i've been doing since late sunday night? although it's gettng old, it's the same rush, and even though it bores me, it makes my blood boil and i fall in love with the only thing that's ever been there for me my entire life. its a love ( Read more... )

as if struck with a brick in the head, i've decided i want to write the story of my life. i can only do it sober, maybe it will give me enough time in between being high and wishing for death that i can actually get it all out, i'll post it as i go along, starting now while i have the idea.

yesterday was bad. i woke at 5am with that oh so familiar itch. it hurts and it's all i can do not to run downstairs to get it. instead i just walk. i didn't plan on doing a lot, a couple lines, or a couple shots and i was going to get back to bed and get some rest since i don't get much of that anymore. anyway, at some point, i don't know when, i ( Read more... )

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