Without drugs theres reality...
-I will never amount to anything.
-What would this world be to me if I did'nt have drugs for a safety net, well doesn't that just sound silly.
-Truthfully I like a good drug, I'll try it, see if I like it, and if so sample it every now and again. Some, as all of you (you meaning my loyal readers, secretly meaning Bit because everyone else hates me, by the way thank you for hating me because i love you all for that, and that makes me who i am today)know that I sample certain things everyday, and lately ive been catching myself sampling some things a little to often that should be an occasional type thing, but they work for me they make my day go by, so yet again surviving another day with my mind which has always been a little difficult due to the fact that i take one thought and disect it giving it all the possible plots of the thought itself that fucks with me Gibberish translation i think about shit way to much). Drugs make you forget, of course you eventually remember again, but for that brief period in time you feel free and as if nothing is missing, your mind cleared of all those sadistic thoughts, but when you are back with reality you realize there will always be something missing not having the slightest clue as to what the fuck it might be, damn.
-Referring back to an older journal, i still wish i was Alice following the rabbit down the hole leading to what seems to be my everyday life, i wouldn't mind going through the looking glass either.
-Im gonna go smoke a bowl...fuck all of you.
-What would this world be to me if I did'nt have drugs for a safety net, well doesn't that just sound silly.
-Truthfully I like a good drug, I'll try it, see if I like it, and if so sample it every now and again. Some, as all of you (you meaning my loyal readers, secretly meaning Bit because everyone else hates me, by the way thank you for hating me because i love you all for that, and that makes me who i am today)know that I sample certain things everyday, and lately ive been catching myself sampling some things a little to often that should be an occasional type thing, but they work for me they make my day go by, so yet again surviving another day with my mind which has always been a little difficult due to the fact that i take one thought and disect it giving it all the possible plots of the thought itself that fucks with me Gibberish translation i think about shit way to much). Drugs make you forget, of course you eventually remember again, but for that brief period in time you feel free and as if nothing is missing, your mind cleared of all those sadistic thoughts, but when you are back with reality you realize there will always be something missing not having the slightest clue as to what the fuck it might be, damn.
-Referring back to an older journal, i still wish i was Alice following the rabbit down the hole leading to what seems to be my everyday life, i wouldn't mind going through the looking glass either.
-Im gonna go smoke a bowl...fuck all of you.