The process of quitting drugs is kind of terrifying. Last time I was sober, I was in a state of monotonous depression for months, that didn't seem like it would let up; that's what led me to relapse. I didn't see how it was better in any way to be sober; I was socially uncomfortable, personally insecure, generally miserable and lonely. It didn't ( Read more... )

last night i drove to nevada on a whim. c. and i packed a duffel bag and a few hundred dollars and got in the car, desperate to escape the humdrum of home and eager to have our breath taken away by nature's beauty. we crossed the state line and stayed in a motel, woke up and had a 60 dollar breakfast, and spent the afternoon sitting on the lake ( Read more... )

i may be able to quit drugs
but i will never stop craving bad ideas.
the present is good and the future looks better:
taking another stab at love, school, life.
self-examination and humility has been hard as hell
but i'm growing by the second. i'm ready, willing, wanting.
i just hope my tricky brain doesn't fuck it up.

"The only sure thing is that ( Read more... )