TOO KEEN ON YOUR GOD
things are just too sweet or too sour.
it made me sick for a minute or two , being in his bed and thinking to myself 'we cant even pretend to be friends , we didnt even try'. when i woke up and saw that YEH i really did drink that much , and NO i dont remember much at all other than that he fucked me like a slave girl - said a few rude things - and passed out. i remeber wishing that i hadnt been so drunk , i wouldve slapped his face spat in his eyes and ran out the door. i wouldve said sorry later. but he made me feel so disgusted with myself. it was a fair trade at first , you do me while i do you. but then he got mean. it couldve been liquor talk. i just want to be left alone.
i cant even pretend that i am my own friend.
sobriety
hates
my
guts.
.
it made me sick for a minute or two , being in his bed and thinking to myself 'we cant even pretend to be friends , we didnt even try'. when i woke up and saw that YEH i really did drink that much , and NO i dont remember much at all other than that he fucked me like a slave girl - said a few rude things - and passed out. i remeber wishing that i hadnt been so drunk , i wouldve slapped his face spat in his eyes and ran out the door. i wouldve said sorry later. but he made me feel so disgusted with myself. it was a fair trade at first , you do me while i do you. but then he got mean. it couldve been liquor talk. i just want to be left alone.
i cant even pretend that i am my own friend.
sobriety
hates
my
guts.
.