I just saw Mollie off. She is on the train back home to Texas for a month or two while I go to rehab. I will miss her a lot. She is the best thing to ever happen to me.

People and drugs have been one with one another, at peace with themselves and their habits since before I was even around. Since before the 60s were even around. You could get a kick from a can a coke, back in the days when coca cola had cocaine in it. 7Up would bring ya back up when you were down, thanks to its lithium formula. Something like ( Read more... )

I'm trying to fight. Fight these urges I keep having to do things that will ruin my life. I finally have something good to fight for, so why is it so hard not to mess it up? I'm tired of doing all that I keep doing, I don't want this anymore. Haven't I hurt myself enough? Why do I keep thinking I need to do it again and again?