it isn't my reality

Jun 01, 2002 20:33

i feel lost and hollow.
i think this is what she wants.
i think she wants what i want-me dead.
i was better for a while, when i was with Dylan, but now the hollowness is setting in.
me-stupid pothead, drug addict, ugly, suicidal, worthless fiend.
give it back.
here is what i have to say:
i'm practically broke and absolutely drugless.
i had an eighth of purple cush but addie carns, yes
ADDIE CARNS, stole it at my photography class.
that was my only escape, you fucking cleptomaniac bitch.
why the hell cant you just leave me alone?
you dont have to be my friend/i dont care/i dont want you as a friend
but LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
if i dont get that pot back by monday (or $$$) i will kill...someone.
maybe myself. maybe addie. maybe both. but someone. no jokes.
i can't live without my escape/i can't live with myself/the only time i can get away from myself is when i'm stoned.

i'm not asking for you to care about me.
i'm just asking for my happiness back.

before i smoked, i was never happy.

today was the worst day of my life.
one of the last?
and still no shrooms.
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